| Harmony of Denial |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|04:05 pm] |
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Hyuuga Tenten would be making my pankcakes! XD!!!
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If we look into any Konohagakure history book, we're bound to find qualitative amounts of information on this particular battle of epic proportions.
The battle, that we are examining today, STILL does not have a clear cut winner for undue reasons. Though this battle is not necessarily physical, it is definitely mental and emotional upon the first shimmer of lip gloss or flex of a muscle. Well, metaphorical muscle.
If I agree to examine with you a particular case of this brilliant display of youth, um, I mean, nature, at its finest, you MUST agree to give me utter confidentiality.
It is the battle of the sexes.
Forgive me, I shall have to relay my personal observations to you while I am working. Our marvelous Gai-sensei arranged us this D-rank mission last week because he (passionatley) lost a bet with Kakashi-san. No matter, I shall energetically orate my tale to you while I heft horse manure crates onto the back of this buggy! It's excellent training! Anyway. Right now, we are deep in the farmers district helping a shepard by the name of Igakoto Marushiro. Upon the arival of the sun this morning, to pass idle time my boisterous comrades, the elegant flower Tenten and my eternal rival Hyuuga Neji, engaged a passion filled conversation about the properties of fan-girls, and I fear it is still going on. Shall we get closer to them? I need to know what mysterious mumbles pass their lips!
"Every female I have ever met fawns over the first blip of testosterone that comes across the radar, including yourself," Neji asserted, weaving over the fecal matter scattered on the feild. Almost as if he were playing hopscotch, Neji was grasping the material of his his leggings and jumping on one foot, for the fear of soiling his robes.
"Who have I ever fawned over, Hyuuga." Tenten growled out while knealing down to roll Neji's leggings up and tie them off on the back of his calves.
"The Uchiha brat. I saw it written all over your face during the first Chuunin exam." Neji resolutely assured her while extending the other leg for her to work on.
"Fawn, Neji? I may have thought he was hot, plus that was well over five years ago. Lift your heel." Tenten looped the last string before standing up. I personally, as an honorable green beast, am able note how they work together without having to clue each other on what the other needs with much prompting.
"Your wrist. Tomatoe, Tomato. I consider that fawning." Neji rebutted while rolling up the left sleeve of her turtle neck. "Do you want me to put the bracelet in your pocket?"
"Yeah. You can think someone is attractive without it being fawning, Neji." She turned her right hip twoards him, and he pocketed the string of charms after a little bit of tugging. "If you can't hold a conversation without mentioning someone's name, that's fawning." Tenten walked over and started hoisting more manure onto the flat of the carraige. Under the added weight, the horse whinnied and pulled against its restraints.
"No, that's obsession. Fawning is when you stare at someone's face with little stars in your eyes and hearts floating around you," Neji finalized as he put the last crate on. The three of us walked to the front and started leading the horse back to Igakoto-san's barn.
"And you've seen me do the whole starry eyed thing before?," Tenten asked with a tone of skepticality as she placed her self between Neji and I.
"Maybe once or twice. When we were younger. All girls fawn." I jogged up ahead with the premise of assumed ignorace the conversation in favor of the wildlife. Assumed is the key word.
"Freud would have fun picking apart your brain, Neji," she said off handedly, giving a terse laugh. "There's so much chauvinism in there, I think Naruto only put a dent in it."
This is where it went down hill. I wouldn't consider myself a connosuier of women, because my heart belongs to Sakura-san and the squirrels alone, maybe my spandex as well, but even I know what fights not to pick with Neji. Neji has an... obsession with giving long speeches about his family, fate, and any variety of cursed seals. Yet undoubtedly he has a fetish with demeaning the more effimanate gender. I specifically remember his offhanded comments in the Chuunin exam towards Hinata-san; especially the Genin community service project we served on last month. I think his teeth are still loose from that backhand he got from Sakura-san when he said, "If we lumped all the estrogen in this room together, we still wouldent have enough brain power to change a light bulb." Although the ladies were clear across the atruim of the office tower, somehow the females cought wind of his chauvinistic comment. (I beleive Kiba's sister heard it. Never doubt an Inuzuka.)
"How so?" Neji questioned as a thin eyebrow collided with his forehead protector.
"You must have some form of frontal lobe damage, Neji, because your ability to cognitively process seems to have been afflicted somehow. The damage causes you to subconsciously say stupid things."
Neji opted for a breif repose of silence until we reached the barn. Neji wordlessly held the door open for Tenten on the way in. She handed him the canteen and a towel. Before she even completed the sneeze she was about to make. He said 'Bless you' without looking up. He nodded his head towards the door as if to say, 'I know you have hay allergies, let's split', and she rose the same time as he did.They walked back out of the barn together, footsteps sounding as if they belonged to one person.
"Fawning," she said as they neared the carriage.
"Obsession," he retored back, equally lax.
"YOUTH!" I yelled. Just to mix things up.
They even gave me questioning looks at the same time. Come on!
"I dont understand you at all, Neji. We might as well be strangers," she pouted while crossing her arms and turning back to him.
"I'm sticking with my veiwpoint Tenten," Neji grunted out while tying the horse down to the barn wall, upon arrival. He walked up to Tenten's side, studying her form as she put a feed muzzle on the visibly worn horse.
"I'm sticking you with a kunai, Neji," Tenten smirked, leaving me the task of hoisting the cargo off the back of the carraige.
After she walked off, Neji muttered just where I could hear it, "As long as you stick with me."
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Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: Fiction Rated: G
Summary: From Lee's POV. How can two people work together so effortlessly yet still refuse to admit it? |
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