(razorblade kiss)
(razorblade kiss)
It’s a calm summer evening, balmy, stars faint and twinkling in a blue-violet sky. The breeze is welcome on their sweat-soaked bodies, a cooling for the aftermath of physical activity. They clean up in silence, content with the chirping of the grasshoppers and the rustling of the leaves for a backdrop of sound.
Neji finishes first, as usual, because he doesn’t use several hundred weapons in a spar. He seats himself in a lotus position and begins a basic meditation sequence – calming his breath, suppressing his chakra, letting his consciousness drift. At the edge of his senses he is aware of Tenten moving, humming softly to herself as she gathers up her fallen blades.
Suddenly she straightens, gives a soft cry. He is up and leaping for her before he takes his next breath, his eyes snapping into Byakugan as he scans the area for attackers. He realizes there is no one else around for at least eight hundred meters just as Tenten begins saying she was alright, she had only cut her finger on a blade…
She explains this with the injured finger in her mouth, sucking on it, and Neji’s throat is suddenly very dry.