A Few Screws Loose

50 Shinobi Prompt 30 — Flirt

Tenten had always known she was a few screws short when it came to understanding the opposite sex. She just didn’t realize she was the only female among the group she regularly talked to, that was absolutely clueless.

“Have you two gone on a date yet?” Sakura had teased warmly.

“Tell me everything!” Ino had demanded. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Do you like him too?” Hinata had asked shyly.

“They tell me you have a boy gunning for you heart now.” Temari had said abruptly upon arriving in Konoha.

Even the elder kunoichi said the same. “You can do better.” Anko had muttered absently. “I mean, hell, he isn’t that good looking no matter what others say.”

“Does he make you happy?” Kurenai had asked in concerned. “Because that’s really the most important thing.”

“He’s a bit of an odd choice wouldn’t you think so?” Shizune had mentioned offhand.

“Are you two dating?” Tsunade has asked an eyebrow raised.

Tenten had answered all of them the same way. “What are you talking about?”

“You two flirting.” was the unanimous response.

Tenten had stared blankly ahead, utterly confused. “I was flirting? When? Wait, he was flirting with me?”

Needless to say, by the end of the day, Tenten felt very confused. What was the whole deal with flirting? How did one even know when they were flirting? She got different answers from everyone and only ended the day feeling annoyed and bothered.

He wasn’t flirting with her right?

Maybe it’s not that she was missing a few screws when it came to the opposite sex that made her miss the ‘flirting’. Maybe it was that all the other girls she knew had a few too many screws and imagined things that weren’t there.

After all, he couldn’t really have been flirting with her.

A/N: I leave it up to you guys to imagine who it was that was flirting with Tenten. ^_^

Bluey’s Marriage

Tenten gracefully bounded over to the bed and settled upon it cross-legged. She nudged Shikamaru with her foot and gave him even glare.

Shikamaru stretched up. “Alright, I’m leaving.”

Temari wanted to pull him back down on the bed and order him to stay. She ignored the voices in her head that told her to do so. Really, if she started listening all the time to the voices in her head she’d be in big trouble – she’d be even crazier than they all believed her to be.

“Kankurou,” Tenten chimed cheerfully, “get lost.”

Kankurou rolled his eyes. “Mood swings.” He grumbled under his breath exiting the room.

Gaara watched Tenten in mild amusement. “I assume you want me to leave as well?”

“Yes, please.”

Gaara followed after his brother. Shikamaru bent down to remove the headphones from around her neck. She drew her hand up to her neck where they had been. With a wry smile Shikamaru placed the headphones over his own ears. “I’ll be downstairs.” He smiled then exited too.

Hinata turned, about to leave, when Tenten interrupted her. “Ep! Hina, I’d like you here.”

“Wh-Why?”

“Duh. Girl talk.”

Temari stared at the brunette. “Are you even capable of girl talk, Tenten?”

“I’m capable of all kinds of talking.” She defended happily.

Hinata timidly sat on the edge of the bed. Her lavender eyes scoured the entire room. Her nose wrinkled just the tiniest bit.

“Aha! You think it’s messy too!” Temari proclaimed as if in triumph.

Hinata blushed. “Well, just…a little.”

Tenten scoffed. “A little? Damn, girl, it’s a lot messy.” Tenten clicked her tongue. “I can’t believe you’re going to marry this disorganized boy.”

Temari’s eyes snapped to attention immediately. “Marry? Marry?”

Hinata ducked her head down.

Tenten snickered.

“Hold on, he asked you to marry him?” How long was she out of it? She remembered that Hinata and her littlest brother were involved in some way, but she didn’t think they were anywhere near ready to get married. Married?

Tenten’s eyes bugged out of her head and she fell to the floor in a fit of uproariously laughter. Temari wryly thought how unfair it was that even when the brunette fell she managed to avoid any clumpy painful bits that covered Gaara’s floor in its entirety.

Hinata lifted her head, an indescribable expression in her eyes. “Would it be so bad if I did marry Gaara?”

Tenten’s snickers subsided minimally. Her light brown eyes analyzed Temari with complete scrutiny.

Temari floundered. “You’re a bit y-young to be getting ma-married.”

“So if we were older,” Hinata asked calmly, “you wouldn’t care?”

“Of course I’d care.” Temari oddly felt like she was being tested for something. She couldn’t quite figure out what she was being tested for just quite yet. Obviously something important, but that’s as far as she could get. “I mean, he’s my youngest brother and you’re my friend; I’d care if you two decided to get married.”

“I meant, would it bother you?” Hinata’s voice was so low Temari marveled that she could hear it. Most surprisingly, she marveled at how clear it sounded to her. Hinata did indeed have the loveliest voice.

“Why would it bother me? If you both wanted to get married, I don’t think I’d mind.” She paused. “You love him right?”

Hinata nodded.

“I wouldn’t mind in the least then.”

A small smile spread across the pale beauty’s face. She really looked incredibly lovely when she was truly happy.

“You know, Bluey,” Temari began thoughtfully; “you should smile more often. Like, for real, you know? You like nice when you do.”

She really didn’t think she’d mind if they got married. In fact, she’d be happy. Gaara was the happiest she’d seen him in the longest time; she couldn’t ever recall the redhead being as contented as he was when he was with Hinata. It was a quiet peaceful sort of love.

Very nice.

Temari had the suspicion that Shikamaru would laugh at her if she told him that. She also had the suspicion that she wouldn’t mind him laughing at her one bit. Their’s wasn’t a quiet love, there’s was a troublesome kind.

She rather liked it that way.