A/N: Ugh. I've got so much going on. Blah. Typing this got my mind off things. The story is broken up. It's kinda like snippets with the same underlying plot. Gah! That sounds confusing. It's easier to just read it.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

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When Tenten stumbled into the small roadside diner, drenched from the rain, hair askew as if she'd just rolled out of bed, there was only one other customer. It was around midnight, Tuesday, and the tenth day since she'd run away from home. Shakily, she pulled out one of the bar stools, the legs squeaking on the tiled floor and the cherry red cushion groaning as it became accustomed to her weight. She pulled off her gloves and tossed them onto the counter. Next she shrugged off her trench, taking deep breaths and running her hands up and down the lengths of her arms. "Just a beer please," she told the woman at the register as she propped her elbow on the counter and pressed her forehead against the back of her hand.

There was a handsome stranger seated next to her, stirring and sipping his coffee at odd intervals. His hair was longer (and silkier and most likely softer) than hers, reaching to about mid-back. He wore a gray T-shirt and dark washed jeans. His sneakers were muddy (hers were too) and the watch on his wrist glinted when hit by the light as he moved his hand round and round, stirring and sipping. But what caught her attention the most were his eyes. They were a mix between milky white and lilac, and cold, so very cold. He was gazing at the countertop with a blank expression, mechanically bringing the mug to his lips.

Once or twice his gaze flitted to her, then back to his coffee. He looked like someone calm and calculating, but so trapped (she could tell by the way he seemed to glare at the wall whenever he lifted his head. There she saw his composure slip, his eyes turning an almost steely gray, flashing with anger, like waves breaking the still surface of the sea. )

She wondered if he was running too.

"Here you are hon." Tenten snapped out of her thoughts and politely accepted her beer. She watched it slosh in the cup dazedly before finally daring to taste it. She grimaced as the liquid burned her throat. She could never handle her alcohol anyway.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Tenten jumped before realizing her gaze had in fact, returned to the man.

"What?"

"It's rude to stare. You make it seem as if you've never seen a guy," the man said, turning to face her. He did not seem so old now that she could make out all his features (like his structured jaw-she would have loved to trail her lips along it's length). He was probably about her age.

"Sorry," Tenten said, feeling her ears burn in embarrassment, though her eyes remained fixed on his. "Have you been on the road long?"

She hadn't meant for the question to slip out, but her curiosity had gotten the best of her again. The man's eyebrow rose, and an amused smirk flitted across his lips. "I've always been running."

That scared her (her hand went back to grip the gun in her trench pocket), and she told herself to refrain from responding. For all she knew, this man could be a deranged psychopath on steroids.

"You look like you've seen better days as well," the stranger said, watching her now.

Tenten snorted. "Is there anything else I look like to you?"

"Lonely, sad, cranky, generally upset with life."

"Nice to meet you too bastard," Tenten muttered. She finished the rest of her beer in one large gulp, placed a few bills on the counter, and slid off her stool. As she reached the door, he spoke:

"I'm looking for a partner. You interested?" the man asked, returning to stirring and sipping.

"Partner? What for?"

"A job."

"No shit. What kind of job?"

"You afraid of breaking the law?"

Stupid girl. I'm so stupid!

She really shouldn't have stopped at that diner all those months ago. Then she wouldn't be strapped to the passenger seat right now, holding on for dear life, her gun in her lap, and a premature psychopath behind the wheel of her car.

And she wouldn't be cringing at the ominous wail of sirens starting up in the distance, blue and red lights beginning to appear in the rearview mirror.

"Neji, lose them! If we're caught and-"

"I know." He clamped down on the accelerator and swerved.

Tenten squeezed her eyes shut.

The plan had seemed simple at first (well as simple as killing a person could be), as all plans do. And of course things went wrong, horribly wrong, and they'd somehow still managed to get out alive, even by the skin of their teeth. (Or fingers, Tenten thought angrily, as she struggled to find purchase on the walls of the elevator shaft, her grip slowly slipping).

She was actually glad to see Neji when he finally managed to wrench open the doors leading to the seventh floor and pull her up. She collapsed into his arms, panting (it was almost romantic, if only there had been no stench of sweat permeating her skin.) She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his shoulder.

"Did you do it?" she whispered once she had found her voice.

She lifted her head to see his expression.

He nodded.

"Get up!" She was roughly shaken awake, her head hitting the back of her seat an infinite amount of times before she regained consciousness. She groaned, peering though the slits her eyes had become. It was morning, the sun blindingly bright. She flinched and turned away.

"What?" she asked gruffly, stifling a yawn.

"We're out of gas."

"What? Shit man. I let you jack my car-"

"I did not jack your car. I'm just driving it."

"I never wanted you to-"

"I don't care. My car wasn't built for our purposes."

"Our? You mean your purposes. If we get caught-"

"Shut up. We need gas."

Tenten got up, and out of sudden anger, shoved him. "I'm going to end up in jail because of you."

Neji stumbled back and hit the ground, surprised at the force of her blow. Growling, he narrowed his eyes, stood up, and tackled her.

The next few minutes were tense, and at the end, Neji's lips were on hers (and she finally got to kiss his jaw like she'd wanted to all those months ago), and all coherent thoughts were erased from their minds.

He didn't mean to kiss her, he contemplated, as he watched her trudge in front of him, a full gasoline container gripped in her hand (they'd walked three miles to the nearest gas station). In truth, it had been inevitable, and they both knew it.

He loved her. He didn't know how or why, but he did. She was a plain Jane except for her eyes, and she wasn't particularly feminine in any way, but the moment she walked into that diner, the handle of a revolver peeking out from the pocket of her trench, he knew he had found his girl.

She sat down on the hood of the car and let him fill the tank. She was strangely quiet, staring at her hands, picking out some of the dirt that had ended up in her fingernails from their previous scuffle. "You really did it?" she asked, still refusing to meet his gaze.

"Did what?"

"Kill your uncle. Just like that? Didn't in it feel wrong?"

Neji snorted. "No." He kept his eyes trained on her, wanting to kiss the lips her teeth were currently gnawing on. He moved in front of her, placed his hands on either side of her, and gently touched his forehead to hers.

"You're scared of me."

"I'm not."

He kissed her.

"You're scared of me," he insisted. Her grip went to the revolver in her pocket.

She was.

That revolver, it obviously meant a great deal to her. Every night she would polish its gleaming silver body, and it would remain clutched tightly in her grip while she slept, the barrel usually pointed at him. (He did not sleep much anymore).

But the night of the murder, when he had given it back to her, she'd eyed it with such disgust, he could practically see her skin crawl as she cleaned it.

He felt rather guilty for dragging her into this mess. But he needed a partner, a fast ride, and a gun.

Everything he needed, he had found in her.

They split up shortly afterwards, once they were sure the murder investigation had hit a wall and no evidence had been found against them.

Tenten dropped Neji off at the airport. He was going to stay overseas for a while with a cousin. She did her best to keep her tears at bay because there was no sense in loving a psychopathic killer. However, before he even made it inside, she ran up behind him and hugged him.

"Call me," she said.

He smirked.

"Hey, Tenten. It's Neji. I found someone else I need to kill. Bring your gun."

Tenten guffawed as she listened to the message.

"I love you too bastard."

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A/N: So yeah. There you have it. Neji the psychopathic killer, and Tenten, the seduced lamb.

I'm on something, I know XD

Thank you for reading and please review!

~M.I.