10 June 2012
feminine and misleading
: her voice of adieux
t
His favorite aspect of her was her appearance—her physique. One may've called it uncharacteristically shallow, while another ironic.
Lee referred to it as his heart's undying muse.
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Often captivating, Lee's eyes refused leave the sculpted beauty of her arms. Thin, shapely, and ultra-feminine, he sometimes had to resist standing motionless, jaw agape, gaze fixed, as they commenced a series of personalized, finalized, blows midair. With every deadly accurate slice and back, visible tones of muscle flexed the deceiving capability of her martial arts.
That very capability is what kept him mesmerized.
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"Amazing!" he beamed in awe, head lowered over the hesitant hands he held closely before him. "Tenten," he breathed, "your hands! They are so—so—!"
It took him five glances to gather his unfathomable zeal.
"—so finely kept!"
Tenten smiled bashfully as he continued to graze over the soft curvatures of her fingers; over the pale rainbow of multicolor her squared nails twinkled, and over the flawlessness of her non-scarred skin.
Head shaking and grin forming, Lee's posture straightened as the grip beneath her palms tightened.
"You train so vigorously, Tenten, and with such weaponry—!" His eyes lowered once more and back. "Yet—!
She laughed.
"Think of it as an added challenge to my training," she said, smiling. "You know, caring for my hands."
That day, Lee's respect for her grew tenfold.
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She was one of the most misleading kunoichi he'd come into contact with, and he got the privilege to watch her evidently tremendous technique and ability when it came to sparring.
Her sprints during practice resembled a luxuriously carved arrow splitting through its path mercilessly, all while fazing its victim with its underestimated elegance.
Her dodges made it seem as though she were tracing a lost ribbon.
When she sprang into the air, her body glided effortlessly with the poise of a butterfly.
It was a brilliant wonder to Lee how femme grace veiled its deadly wielder so well. How such a lean frame managed to provide an inevitable array of iron-like attacks, he often continued to ponder over in admiration.
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With Konohagakure hosting its annual Fireworks Festival, dancing was an opportunity not to pass by when plucked music waded through the nightly July-air, guiding its symphony with the bodies responding to it.
During an exchange of coaxing and excitement, Lee found himself focused on nothing more than the slender beauty pressed gently against him in a goldenrod sundress, sleeveless and loose.
A harmonious stream of notes kept them close.
He was drifting into a cloud of counted heartbeats when he felt her eyes land over his, holding him in an abyss of sweet chestnut. His breath fell distant as he memorized the shape of her face, of the feathered lashes curled toward her brow, of the soft trace of fullness in her lips.
Every detail on her—no—she was so . . . fragile, so delicately formed.
The gap between them grew to a close as her head slowly fell over his shoulder, soon with Lee's head nesting a spot over it.
As the faint scent of honeyed chamomile tickled past him, he felt his eyes flutter shut. At that moment, Lee swears to the heavens, time held no limit.
No one, he thought as the soothing melody around them began to fade, would suspect Tenten, of all given women, to be the prime definition of a kunoichi.
Knowing this, Lee found it logical to claim that perhaps this was why he had fallen in love with her.
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note: I quite like LeeTen. They are my prime example of sweetness.
Disclaimer: Credit for Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.