Forced Wedding

Pleasant memory

He watched them from the roof, Tenten and her husband walking like a couple of sweethearts on their first date, telling stories and laughing silly. Somewhere along the way Toshio stopped, picked a rose from a garden and put it to her ear as he gave her a shy kiss and they continued walking – Tenten hated roses!

The walks he and Tenten took when they were together were never like the scene he was now witnessing, they were teammates, they were friends, and then they were secretly a couple. The walks with insipid chats and goofy smiles were for others, in fact, most of the time during their first year, the brunette and he spent most of the time arguing, and it was precisely arguing that everything started.

Everything was very surreal the first time it happened, they were arguing about the invulnerability of his byakugan, she reminded him that he had a blind spot, and he in his eternal pride said that with training he had managed to overcome it. Their faces were quite close when she had taken a step closer and had collided their lips, for an instant he thought Tenten had stumbled but the red color of her cheeks and the myriad of run-on excuses that came out of her mouth made it clear to him that it was completely intentional, but before even processing what had happened she ran away, leaving him alone on the field.

The next time they saw each other she acted as if nothing had happened, so he followed her lead and when they were again engaged in a discussion, this time about the disadvantages of ninjutsu versus taijutsu it was him who decided to shorten the distance and get something more than a clash of lips, it was a soft and slow kiss that showed the inexperience of both, but prolonged. The silence after this action didn't dissolve, he didn't know what to say about it, and Tenten looked like she couldn't even remember her own name, so each one went home without saying a word. At the beginning things were like that, they ended heated discussions with kisses without talking about it, until they simply got tired of looking for a reason to kiss, after all they didn't need it, did they?

He exhaled the air heavily, a slight shout from Tenten startled him to then discover that it had started to drizzle, water only scared cowards and women with makeup or elaborate hairstyles, Tenten classified in the second category, he smiled half-sideways thinking that Toshio probably did too. He was going to go down from the roof to indicate them where they could take shelter while they managed to solve the water issue so they could get to the meeting but it wasn't necessary, Tenten was already under the roof and the small breeze with water disappeared as fast as it appeared. The couple under him continued their way accelerating the pace so they wouldn't be surprised again.

He liked the rain, it was good for activating the circulation in the body, it helped to stop the chickens and above all it brought back pleasant memories.

The sun was at its peak, the day could be considered the hottest of the year but that wouldn't stop them from training. To tell the truth, the weather wasn't a factor they took into account because battles weren't only fought in spring.

The afternoon quickly turned into a blur of time and before they knew it large drops of water were beginning to fall all over the village.

"We should stop!" Tenten shouted at him from where she stood, without answering he jumped closer and reminded her that it was just water, "Neji," she slowly mumbled, "we might get sick if we stay in the rain," he weighed her words finally agreeing with her.

They simply stopped the training, and headed to her house which was the closest. After a long discussion about how irresponsible it would be for him to keep getting wet, and go to the Clan grounds on the other side of the village, the brunette had managed to convince him to go inside the residence and wait for the weather to get better.

His clothes were soaked and dripping water, but his pride prevented him from complaining about it, it was Tenten who told him that he could take a hot shower while she put the clothes to dry, and he refused saying that it was fine like that, starting another discussion. He kissed her, she kissed him back with such passion that it was impossible for him not to match her, and prevent that his hand, which used to be resting on her waist, went down and rested on her butt to squeeze it lightly and make the embrace closer, if that was possible. The surprise in her was visible, although there was no sign of disapproval, quite the contrary, she began to caress his chest over the wet clothes and then to intrude them underneath it.