TaoEmpress

"You're making a mistake." Sharp and dangerous, he turned his eyes to her at the accusation. And already, the kunoichi could feel the crackle of lightning in the air itself from his contained fury. Because Uchihas were never wrong. Because Uchiha Sasuke never made a mistake. Years had been dedicated to this course for them to abandon things now. Too much planning had gone into his every move for things to turn out otherwise. But Tenten knew better. Tenten was more practical. No one was perfect. It had been a flawed plan to begin with, filled with uncertainties and unknown variables that they would be forced to deal with when the time came.

Green as the leaves that covered their home, her eyes darted back and forth between them, pink brows furrowed in confusion and wariness. She was struggling to believe their words; whether she could trust them to be true or if it was another game for him to play. Tenten could understand her hesitation. The way the rumors went, Sasuke's last game hadn't ended too well for Team Kakashi. But then, she hadn't been there to give the counter-strike. Things were different now. Looking at the younger kunoichi, she watched the other continued to turn the information over in her mind, severely hoped that the latter would fall in line quickly. There w

She was not a medic. The others of her generation - Sakura, Ino, Hinata - had studied and worked to become a key component to their respective teams. To become the healing factor and advantage while working and fighting out in the field. But Tenten had decided long ago that her hands were simply not meant to save lives like theirs. No. The kunoichi had been born and created to take them away. And that, perhaps, was the initial reason why he'd chosen to keep her alive. At least, at first. They were soft by comparison - passionate by their own right - but not quite as cruel or unforgiving as someone who made a living creating and making use of

Side-stepping what would likely have been a killing blow had he managed to connect, she twisted her body around in mid-air. And in a last second decision to tip the scales to her advantage, she decidedly stretched the reach of her arm as far as it would go, managing to close her fingers tightly around the target as she let her momentum finish the rest of the work. Seconds later, satisfaction and a good amount of amusement was had as his maneuverability became compromised as he practically stumbled over his own feet to keep from falling. He really should've known better... It was, perhaps, a cheap trick, as he'd said later on. But as she'd l

He was like a ghost, pale skin against the glow of the moonlight. And in her half-waken dream, he was beautiful. But then, Gaara always seemed so magnificent in the desert. Even when it burned with death and bloodshed. Especially so. But in that instance, he just looked worn and weary and exhausted. And rightly so. It wasn't every day that anyone faced up against one free-roaming bijuu, let alone three. A well deserved rest was only natural, even for someone who rarely ever slept. Such a shame that his standard issued cot was already occupied. Not once stopping to check, the young Kazekage stretched and quietly - wordlessly - slipped under

It started with a simple gesture, as they always did in those times. The rain clouds had moved on towards the north, leaving behind a muggy and sticky mess that they were forced to trudge through, trading off the weight of the medic every few hundred miles in between. And in good faith, she offered him a drink from her canister - the last bit of water they had until a source could be found to refill - when they stopped to rest and regroup, which he took with great weariness. All the while, the kunoichi could feel his eyes burning a hole into her skull, setting her senses ablaze with their fierce gaze. She could see the suspicion in the swirls

It wasn't supposed to mean anything. "The deal's off." Cool, calm, and collected, she stood at the large windows of his office and looked out onto the dark city as the words left her, never once turning to meet the other's gaze. "This marriage is over." In a moment of weakness and betrayal, she had agreed. In the midst of seeing Sasuke break every promise he had made to her, his second became allies with the Uchiha's greatest rival. Such were the ironic twists and turns of life. Besides, Tenten had been in the life for far too long for her to simply walk away without another thought. She had cared too much to leave them wide open for an att

Music pulsing, she felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest. The lights flashed and strobed in blinding hues, streaming across white walls and sequent clothes. And there was a distinct mixture of cheap perfumes, aftershaves, and sweat clinging to the air that had her wishing she'd never have to step out there, ever, in her lifetime. Tenten could live without the press of bodies and lack of personal space. Unfortunately, her target held other plans. Not that Uchiha Sasuke was really a target of interest. On the contrary. In the grand scheme of things, she was doing little more than babysitting a prince who would never hold claim