I don't own Naruto-Just borrowing the characters to write this soap opera. I want to extend my many thanks to those who have been patiently waiting for me to get to this. I can't promise that my writing has improved or that the story will meet expectation. But, I will give you a conclusion that has been 3yrs in the making.

The morning traffic was not as bad as she thought it was going to be. Speeding cross the Williamsburg bridge on a ninja also alleviated some the aches and pains of commuting into the City. Just off the bridge and flying down Bowery, Tenten made her way to the family office, Green Beast Dojo. Dear old dad, Gai Maito, offered everything from Tai jutsu classes, exhibitions, tournaments, community watch meetings, to training facilitates for the employees of Scarecrow Securities in the converted warehouse. Despite the multitude of activities that took place in the building, Scarecrow was the real money maker. The company was founded by her father's oldest friend Kakashi Hayate, who built a lucrative operation training body guards for the rich and famous. Everyone pitched in to make it a family business. Tenten had done her part and watched over a few pampered brats but pulling guard duty was not for her or her brothers calling. Lee was too hyper and acted more a personal training, which worked well for whipping the recurits into shape. But it Tenten's last assignment a bitter and sour pill to swallow, that put her path of strictly handling the family books and her own althetic career.

Pulling into the deck, Tenten parked next to the Family car. At least that is what her dad liked to call it. She however, was still trying to figure out how a bright green hummer, bearing the dojo contact information, classified as a family car. Walking into the main building, she giggled, at the realization that she had asked the same question every morning for last three years. Midway over the causeway to the Maito communal office (more like her office); she is halted by the bombastic greeting from her Father.

"Morning, Dad. Morning Lee." She bellowed down to them.

"Good morning to you, as well, my most beloved and illustrious daughter. Why are you late for the family morning training?"

"Father it's Monday. Ten comes in later to handle the administrative tasks, remember" Lee cantered from beneath the weighted bench press.

Gai paused for a moment then, turned his glowing smile towards the catwalk. "I did, didn't I? Ha-ha. Very well carry on my child."

"Sure thing dad," Inside the office, she stared at the blinking answering machine, pile of letters on her desk and black monitor. Joining the morning training was starting to should like a better option. But then if she delayed and got the males involved they would wind up putting her further behind. The computer took it sweet time, and Tenten remembered that she wanted it this way. She would work behind the scenes and let them be the face of the Dojo. Besides, those made friends with everyone they met. And talk your ear. Rock Lee was definitely his father's son, in looks and attitude. But TenTen's personality was laid back like their mother but Maito genes did insure with some awesome stamina. Twins though they may be they had a lot of differences.

The flashing light on the phone was becoming a nuisance. After playing the messages she decided that most were the usual hodgepodge of inquiries, and requests that could be dealt with later. Instead she opted for scanning through her Inbox. One subject line caught her attention immediately. The Sand cousins were coming to town. The thought bought a bright smile to her face. Temari plus Kankuro in NYC equals fun times. It had been ages since all of them were in the same place at once. Tenten made a personal promise to herself to make some time hang with them.

Just as she flipped out her calendar Lee walked in, teeth and skin gleaming. "Anything pressing in the mail, sis?"

Swiveling in her Chair smile still plastered on her face "Our adopted family is coming to town at the end of May."

Lee's eyes bulged, "Gaara, too?"

"Yep"

Lee initiated a full barrel roll in the narrow room. "The means we will have an extra two weeks to train together before the triathlon. This will be glorious."

Then he paused like a child who had come with an idea for the best birthday present. "Do you think we can convince Naruto to come out? It would be just like the old days"

Tenten took a deep breath. Gaara and Lee were fine together, but through in Naruto and her Father's encouragement, she would be faced with clash of the titans. The competitiveness and testosterone levels would be off the rector scale. Having to endure these annual to seasonal train "camps" were the primary reason she was determined to get her own place as soon as she turned eighteen. Nine years later moving was still one of her favorite adult decisions.

"Maybe, all you can do is call him and ask"

"Of Course." Then he sobered a bit. Unlike Tenten, Lee has the funniest habit of calculating things in the most dramatic way. It is trait that that his twin has enjoyed witnessing, and felt thankful that it was a trait she did not possess. Tenten sat back and watched the story unfold across his face. First came furrowed concern, "Sister, if this is the situation I need to ask you a favor."

"Perhaps… it is not a good idea", he continued as his cheeks hollowed. It was a classic tell, that he had spoken too soon. His posture was arrow straight as his chin rested on his index finger, rigid in reflective contemplation.

"Spit it out Lee! All I can do is say yes or no."

Clasping his hands behind his back and rolling his eyes to the ceiling he continued, "Should Gaara and Naruto both come, I would be hard pressed to keep all of my private clients. Not that I would shrug off my duties, but not all of them would be so flexible with their schedule. I was thinking that perhaps you would take one of my clients" His conclusion ended with glittering brown eyes filled with pleading. It was the look he often used to get his sister to go the extra mile.

Of all the things he could have asked her this was not what she had expected. No way should he be asking her this. Their father maybe, if the situation was unavoidable. But Lee understood more than anyone knew how strongly she felt about not giving private lessons. Especial to the over privileged, weak, whiny jackasses who came to her brother with aspirations of becoming 'beast' just so he could go brag to his obnoxious rich friends that he had trained at the dojo. Most of the weaklings lasted a month with Lee if they were lucky. The most pathetic part was that Lee put them through the routine their dad had them on in Kindergarten. Of the dozens Lee had taken on over the years, only Five where a constant on his schedule. At the moment two of them would be on the books the weeks that Lee had in mind.

"Which one?" please say Konohamaru, she thought hoping for the lesser of two evils.

"Itachi Uchiha" he replied smiling.

She could not verbally respond, but vehemently shook her head just the same. She had never spoken to him directly. All his information had been conveyed by his secretary. He did not sign checks. And demanded that his sessions be at a time when no else would be in the dojo. She wanted no parts of the Demon CEO. "I'll pass. Bribe Unc kaka, maybe he'll do it". She could finally ground out.

Lee took up a knelling position drawing her hands into his, developing his best puppy eyes. "Sis, come on he is not that bad. And you could use the extra workout, you're getting a little slow."

"I'll show you slow". The scowl on her face was just a precursor to an impromptu spar. Lee bobbed and wove from Tenten's assault. He could tell by her movements that she was not seriously trying to land a strike. But the lack of intent also diminished the accuracy of her moves. After five minutes of rough housing in the compact office, Lee succeeded in pinning his irate sister on the floor.

"Well done my children. I am so glad to see that you both retained you youthful vigor. However, little girl I have to agree with your brother, you've gotten slow".

"But. But ...Dad"

"No, buts young lady. I think this is a good Idea. See how it turns out if it becomes too unbearable we'll think of something."

Tenten let her head hit floor in resignation. Lee released her hands, before folding into hand spring to get off her back. Rolling onto her back she looked up at them, eyes still devoid of their usual mirth. "You two owe one."

"Will Curry massaman, Mushroom saag, and Pad Thai for a month be sufficient?" Lee beamed at her, thumb extended. Flipping into standing a standing position Tenten touched her thumb to his, just like when they were children. They did not have twin language the way people talked about. They conveyed messages through body language. The thumb press was their peace sign and treaty marker. Family comes first, and if this was what Lee needed to make sure he was at his best then so be it. She could steel herself with the thought she could survive the Demon for a few weeks, two months tops. It could not be that bad.

Seventy stories up in a corner office in Midtown, the Itachi sat glued to his monitor. The fiscal report lay mapped out before him. What he saw on his spreadsheet pleased him. The losses he projected where within the margins. His acquisitions and umbrella strategies had seen to that. The Madara would surely leave him alone for few days after he sent the graphs. He glanced at his secretary who had been waiting patiently for his final approval of the reports. He disengaged the flash drive and handed it back to her.

"Mr. Uchiha may I ask a question?"

"Is the question business related?"

"Yes, sir it is. My question is in reference to the recent proposals you have received."

"Continue"

"Why are you sitting on the Queens property? Sir, you have no need of it, and if memory serves, you become irritated when I remind you of the taxes that are paid on it."

"Shiho, you asked a personal question." He responded blandly, looking at this watch.

"I don't understand"

"The reason behind me not selling is personal" , came his reply after raising from his chair.

"Oh, I am sorry. I did not mean to pry". Shiho instantly admonished herself. She was allowed to ask her boss anything job related. In fact it was a part of her job description that she asks questions. Itachi, demanded a subordinate with a brain. She could even question his judgment as long as she produced a valid agreement. But Personal questions were off the table. That included asking about things ranging from his favorite color to the health of his mother. If he had a personal concern, he would give her concise and ridge instructions on what he wanted her to do. Since Shiho valued her job, she was very careful not ask anything that could be categorized as personal. However, that did not mean she was ignorant of who she worked for. Shiho had her own way of discreetly finding information she wanted.

Putting on his jacket, he surprised his secretary by continuing. "I don't like Neji Hyuuga. The contempt I have for him is very…Intense. So much so that if the stability of Uchiha hinged on my doing business with that individual, I would rather watch my family's empire crumble". Itachi's words are calm but the secretary knew that beneath his calm veneer that was seething. Itachi only spoke with that many syllables if something was bothering him. "Apologies, I will not speak of it again".

With a curt nod Itachi exited the office. Once the doors had closed, Shiho took a deep breath, relived that she would have job to come to tomorrow. At her desk she sent the reports to the president and chairman. Often she thought having a Chairman, President and CEO, where redundant for a company, but considering the family politics of the Uchiha family, it worked. Her position did give her more access than most to the heads of the company, which allowed more opportunity to observe their habits. All three of them where vicious business men, Madara loved having enemies, it made him feel as if he were engaging in battle. Mr. Uchiha could be characterized as a corrupt cop, playing both sides of the legal and illegal side of business; and like a good corrupt cop his hands were never dirty. Then there is Itachi, the Demon CEO they called him. Itachi navigated the business world with as simple modus operandi; by whatever means necessary I will protect my family legacy. Shiho frowned at the thought as she finished filing her paper work. Despite, Itachi's public speech about family loyalties, she often suspected that he did not care for how his Grandfather and Father structured the company.

In fact the heir had gone out of his way to initiate deals and exchanges with some of Madara's established enemies. The irony there is that Itachi didn't 'like' most of them either. He even dismissed the much publicized feud between Hyuuga International and Uchiha Corp. She paused, before shoving the cabinet closed. She recalled when InoShikaCho Inc. announced the expansion to New York. Itachi, in his own fashion, praised the genius of Shikamaru Nara and seemed indifferent to the Hyuuga success, until he learned that Neji Hyuuga would be heading the project. Shiho grabbed her tablet, lunch bag and locked up the office. It was time to investigate what sort of past Neji Hyuuga and her boss had that would interfere with a good deal.

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