[Thread] Giving Up [Closed] [Kiba, Tenten]
It wasn't his fault if he didn't know, she thought, and rested her chin on her knees. Before her, the city lights lit up the skyline, one that was familiar and warming as her own mother. Tenten swallowed dryly, felt that hot-cold-sharp-sick feeling in her stomach whirl warningly
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Well, maybe it had been. And maybe it wasn't such a joke for her any more. Things had a nasty habit of happening like that.
With a theatrical groan he settled onto his backside, passing one of the cocoa mugs across to her. "Here. It's disgustingly sweet, but it's hot." Even under the reflected light of the city she looked so pale; as their hands brushed briefly Kiba gave a mental wince at how cold she was, and moved nonchalantly closer. "How long've you been up here, hmm?"
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The heat from the 'sickeningly sweet' mug seeped into her grateful hands, reminding her that it was the middle of September and she should've been cold. Instead, she had a great big hulk of a man on the roof at fuck-you in the evening, when he could've been down in his room, translating a song into Spanish.
Her brain offered up the Gypsy Kings, helpful as always in the progress of reasoning, and Tenten shook her head to clear it. "You know, the nunnery looks better every day." But today was the first day she meant it.
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He sighed and rubbed his thumb over his knuckles, one of many a nervous habit that betrayed the tick-tock of itch and flutter crawling increasingly under his thin skin at the moment. He wanted a cigarette - he'd had too many lately. For some utterly incomprehensible reason Kiba had thought that once the Wandering Minstrels had returned life would go back to its bright and bubbly self.
Instead it seemed that new tensions were springing literally overnight.
"So. How long, then?"
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"Late July, maybe? I did my best, Kiba, I really did. It just... I just wanted to be a good friend." I didn't want this, so why did it want me? It made her want to cry and scream and go into their dorm to rescue her class notes in a strike of fire and fury. But she couldn't. Because Naruto wouldn't get it, and Naruto would hurt.
She didn't want him to hurt, that wouldn't be fair. Meanly, a niggling thought in the back of her head suggested that he just didn't like Asian girls, and she hadn't a chance to begin with. Tenten sipped the stuff in the mug. "God, I'm so dumb."
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It was already like dancing on a powder keg with a cigarette. Tenten put her half-full mug to the side and looked up at the sky. "Listen to me. I talk about being direct and I'm hiding up here." Her smile was thin and sharp. "Sucks." Naruto wasn't cruel, but he'd probably never know unless she did something. It was probably best to sort that shit out tomorrow, when every breath didn't rub raw that hole in her.
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