A/N: "Good morning star shine! The earth says hello!" Yes, I know. I'm not dead. As the new year begins, I have a special treat for you all. Another NejiTen story! I literally thought it overnight! I figured we all need a break from 'One Step Ahead', plus, I was getting annoyed at the low rate of support for this couple as of last year. Now, I know people are trying (great job), but I want to further support it as well. Result: a new story!

As for One Step Ahead fans, I am temparily putting it on hiatus. But have no fear, I'm getting to it!

So, here is the new story, enjoy!


Started: Monday, December 31, 2007

Draft Finished: Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Fiction: Continuation

Rated: PG-13

Disclaimer: The character and names of Naruto characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi-sensei.

Anime: Naruto

Pairings: NejiTen

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: Working as a waitress in a moderate Chinese restaurant, Tenten's life turned great to worst when she spilled a cup of tea on Hyuuga Hiashi's lap. After that little incident, Tenten must find another job to pay her rent. However, as fate would have it, she ends up being hired as a personal assistant to no other than Hyuuga Neji. So what exactly is the problem? Answer: He's a Hyuuga.


Pass the Coffee, Hold the Tea

Chapter One


Tenten

I used to be a waitress. Yes, a waitress, with "used to" being the key words. Truth be told, I've always thought it would be an easy job: take an order, bring it to the kitchen, and serve the food to the customers. Boy, was I wrong. Very wrong. Emphasis on the very, people. Not only was it a low paying job (including tip), it was not easy on the feet. In addition to that, dealing with people was another thing. You would get your average customers, the ones who smile and understand that it was your first day, but then there were jackasses who don't give a damn about you because they only want their food. I would spit in their food, but it was against my good moral judgement. They were also the last people I thought I'd serve, but I didn't know it would happen to me.

I'm a people person. I really am. I love to bring people food, I love to see them enjoy it, and I love it when they walk out of the restaurant full and happy. I love people period. Yet, I was going to eat those words the day I met Hyuuga Hiashi.

I could describe him in many words: rich, powerful, cold, intimidating, indifferent, must I go on? If there was only one word to describe Hiashi, it would be: asshole. He was the main reason why I have to look for another job when I was perfectly content on walking to work instead of taking a bus all across the city just to be on time. He was the reason why I had to find a different source of income to pay off my student loans because I was F.O.O.C. That's right, I was Fresh Out Of College and was eager to start and find my dream career, which was harder than it sounds; I would know.

On top of that, he was the reason why I hated everything that had to do with the Hyuuga name. You see, the Hyuuga Corporation wasn't just a multi-million business, it is an advertising company, one of the top, the most elite of the elite (if that was even possible). No doubt they probably own half the city.

So, the question is (I know you're dying to find out): why did Hyuuga Hiashi step into a place where a typical citizen might be spotted eating non-authentic Chinese food? Take a guess, I dare you.

Okay, do you give up? Here goes: the reason why he even stepped a foot into the restaurant was because he wanted to buy the place, tear it down, and turn it into a industrialized pile of crap by ripping off consumers of their dignity through false, yet tasteful advertisement. In other words: he wanted to buy the city bit by bit.

I knew at the time I had to do something, but it turned out to be a disaster. Instead of scaring him off, I gave him a reason to close down the restaurant, which eventually led to more problems.

But you have to understand: I was only trying to help. Sure, the restaurant smells of peanut oil, but the food was good. I didn't want the place to be bought. To me, the restaurant felt like a big kitchen where everyone is invited, only they let a roach in and I wanted to step on it.

I bet you're dying to know what happened when I encountered Hiashi. It's only fair if I tell you what happened. I'm not asking for pity or anything, but you have a right to know what I did (you already know the why), Here's the how, which happened in this order:

One: I greeted him. I would greet everyone that comes through the door. It was more like an everyday chore when you're a waitress, but sometimes it might make someone's day a lot better. Too bad it didn't make my day better.

To tell you the truth, I didn't like the way he looked at me. I didn't like how he looked period. Donned in a business suit, he sat down with a frown on his face, his lips in a thin line, making me wonder if he could even smile.

Two: I poured him tea. It was customary to greet a person with a drink. I was raised with proper manners. Just because I dislike him to a certain degree didn't mean I couldn't be nice to him for a little while. What I didn't know was that my act of kindness was not appreciated.

Three: I accidently overfilled the cup of tea. Simple as that. It was not like I was intentionally trying to burn him. It would mean more work for me to grab a rag and clean the mess up. There was no need to cry over spilled milk, in this case, tea, but I had another thing coming because. . .

Four: He insulted my intelligence! MY INTELLIGENCE! Just because I was a waitress did not mean I did not graduate from high school or college for that matter! Of the nerve! And did you know what I did?

Five: YES, I "accidently" knocked over the cup into his lap. Cup and all, running down his perfect designer pants. Take that!

Six: And yes, I did get fired.

It was worth it though. Hey, if you were me, you would've done the same thing. If you were not me, more power to you.

In the end, I was jobless, again. But that turned around when I found an ad in the newspaper. It read:

"Personal assistant needed. Flexible hours, well paid, no experience necessary." It was short, concise, and to the point. Then and there, I wondered if anybody would respond to that. Not long after, I decided to take a chance.

Walking to the upper east side of the city, a place I occasionally venture out of boredom or needed something to do, I entered a building. A big building with an escalator, stain glass windows, a water fountain to gaze at, and if you didn't want to take the stairs all the way to the top, you could make use of the elevators (all eight of them, if you pleased). While the other interviewers wore short shirts, button tops, pearl necklaces (oppose to my rose jade gourd looped on a piece of red string), and your typical high heels that would kill your feet at the end of the day, I wore moderately casual wear. By that, I meant a white tank top with a mandarin collar, sleek and stylish dark pants, and a pair of open toe sandals with one inch heels. I never did like the idea of dressing up.

Every one of them sat in a chair lined up against the wall, their legs crossed while they folded their hands in the their laps. As for me, I went to the vending machine to grab a drink, which was a good sign because vending machines were a person's best friend. Too bad, the relationship between the vending machine and the goodness of my nerves weren't doing so well because the machine ate my money. So what did I do? I pressed the button of the drink I wanted continuously, hoping for the machine to get a clue and give me the drink that I had paid for. I would have pounded the machine, but I didn't want to attract too much attention. Besides, I didn't want anyone to think that I was desperate for the job because I didn't want to put another dollar in the machine for a drink.

In the end, I figured that I should give the machine another chance, and you know what? I was glad because not only did I get two extra drinks (they fell down automatically after I pressed ONE button, again), it was my turn for an interview. And yes, I almost spat out my drink when they called my name.

After placing the drinks in my bag, I walked toward the door. Once I crossed the threshold, I found myself staring at the most spacious office I had ever seen. It was most likely ten times the size of my apartment, maybe more.

Immediately, my eyes wandered to the chair that was turned toward the long glass windows, facing the city below. I stood in front of the desk, and cleared my throat.

"Good afternoon," I automatically pronounced, slightly taken back when I heard my voice echoing in the room. In a swift motion, the black leather chair swung around revealing a young man. Staring at me with pale, pearl eyes, his long dark hair framing his masculine jaw line, he donned in a indigo buttoned up shirt with a silver tie to match. In an instant, my eyes scanned his desk to find his name plate: Hyuuga Neji. It didn't take me one second to comprehend that he was related to Hiashi. With the past incident running through my head, I quickly turned around walked toward the door, "I'm leaving."

"Wait." I was telling myself to move my ass to the door. I was only a few steps from reaching the doorknob.

"Yes?" My voice squeaked a bit.

"Why are you leaving?" What was I suppose to tell him? 'I don't want to work for you because it was your family's fault that I have to look for a job in the first place'. Yeah, that would surely get me the job. I turned to face him.

"I'm leaving because I am not qualify for this job, sir." I wasn't being sarcastic, or sincere for the matter, but I was trying to hold in my aggravation. Let me tell you, it wasn't an easy feat. "Therefore, I bid you good day." Once again, I went for the door, hoping I would reach it this time. Mission: failed.

"You're hired." Because that got my attention.

"What?" I reeled around, my left brow arched up in my bewilderment. "You didn't even give me an interview."

"You're the last person here, correct?" I thought back at the empty calls in the hall way. Everyone had already left.

"Yes?" I wasn't sure how to answer him. Was he going to hire me on a whim because I was the last person in line for the interview?

His even gaze locked onto mine. "You can start right now." Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a file and held it up. "I want you to copy these documents. Make extra copies in case you lose them. I need them by this afternoon for a meeting we have to attend-"

"WAIT!" I held my hand up to silence him. "Is this a joke?" It sure looked like one. Number one: I just got hired by a Hyuuga.

"I don't joke," he flately stated.

"What I meant was: why are you hiring me? You don't even know me, much less my-" His long fingers reached for another file. Once he opened it, his silver eyes scanned the page as he read the information out loud to me.

"Your name is Tenten. Born on March ninth, under the astrological sign Pisces, currently twenty-two years of age, weighing-" He paused gave me a quick analysis before glancing back to the profile. "one hundred and ten pounds. You live alone in a one bedroom apartment on the south side of the city. Your previous job title was a waitress at a restaurant called Imperial Gates, where you were paid minimum wage, in the addition of tips that were not reported, which is unlawful. Due your impulse to undermine the quintessential value of customer service, you were terminated as of yesterday."

Silence ate up the room, but it didn't refrain me from speaking, nor did it stop me from blurting out the most ridiculous accusation known to man.

"Are you a freaking stalker?" It was an logical assumption. Why else would he have all that information on me? I sure as hell didn't write the last part in my resume. Placing down the file, he gave me a blank look, like I was wasting his time.

"Do I look like one?" I rolled my eyes. He was stalling.

"Okay, let's just stop with the answering questions with questions routine. I'll answer yours: Yes, I think you're a stalker, how did you even know that I-" Once again, I was interrupted by the know-it-all.

"You smell like peanut oil," and that was all he said, and I understood.

"Oh," was my response. You didn't have to be a genius to know what he was talking about. Imperial Gates was the only restaurant in the city that use peanut oil. Ask anyone. As to how he knew why I got fired, I figured he must have read it in today's paper because I definitely remember reading about Hiashi walking out of a restaurant with his pants soaked through with tea. It actually made my day. I think I might frame it (maybe). And lastly, I got fired yesterday, which explained why I'm looking for a job today, and I happened to gain it without doing anything, except being fired.

"Are you going to stand there all day, Tenten?" The bastard haven't answer my question.

"No," I gave him a smirk. "Because I am going to walk out of here. Good bye." 'And good riddance,' I thought until it hit me. This was the perfect opportunity. Yes, it was the perfect opportunity to tear down the image of Hyuuga Hiashi and turn his corporation into a pile of rubble. It would be a matter of time before I can dig up some evidence and sabotage the company. I was willing to do it even if it meant I have to work undercover. Hmm, undercover, it has a nice ring to it. Better than an evil psycho who is hell-bent on revenage on the Hyuuga family; definitely an improvement. Hey, I'm not evil or anything, I'm just a loyal citizen who wanted nothing more than to better understand the pitfalls of running a business, easy as that. With the scheme developing in my mind, I accepted the job to be the new personal assistant of Hyuuga Neji.

Although I didn't know when my impulsive decision would come back to bite me in the ass, I knew I had to take a chance. Empires were not brought down by outside forces, they were destroyed by weaknesses from within, and I was going to find that weakness. No matter what.


I had a difficult first day. Actually, it was more like frequently getting lost, pulling out jammed paper from the stupid copying machine, and typing, lots of typing. Oh, and lunch with the boss. Now, I know what you're thinking, but let's be grown up here. It was not my choice to go out to lunch with him. He made me. Okay, I have to admit that sounds childish. Nevertheless, I'm telling the truth.

I was only trying to help, by the way. Working for five hours straight without taking a break can be hazardous to one's health, especially if it meant I have to work along those hours nonstop. Apparently, my boss didn't believe in "break time". I had to remind him, not right away, but five hours was enough time. Of course, I didn't believe that he would actually take my suggestion seriously. Already on my first day and I was asking him to do something when it was supposed to be the other way around. Heh, irony. What are you going to do about it?

We arrived at an upper class eatery (which was not my idea). I needed to save every penny I could make, and in order to do that I stay away from twenty dollar lunch specials, but Neji wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

"My treat, since it is your first day," he said when we sat down. Opening the menu, I took a look at the choices they had. "Go ahead and order." Scanning through the thick and heavy menu, I saw tons of choices, so I just picked the special, which was a pasta dish.

"Hello, how are you two today?" The waitress sounded like a chirpy bird. "I will take your order today, what would you like?" She said in one breath.

"I'll have the special and a glass of ice milk tea, please." Handing the leather bound menu to her, I gave her a smile while Neji gave his order.

"I'll have the same and a cup of coffee." As I thought, no 'please' at the end. It was like he was incapable of saying it.

Now, you're probably wondering why I calling Hyuuga Neji by his first name. I know calling him 'bastard' or 'slave driver' would be a bit much, so I just stuck with his name. Besides, I call him 'sir' when we are talking.

Like "Would you like a copy of that, sir?" or "Could you please repeat that again, sir?" I was definitely not going to call him by his first name while I work for him because that be unprofessional, but he calls me by first name because he can. I would be damned if he called me "Miss".

When our drinks came, I happily took a long drink through the double white straw and sighed softly. That hit the spot. Nothing like a cold glass of milk tea to quench your thirst.

My eyes shifted over to Neji who was actively staring at me. Weird, I know. I brushed off the awkward feeling and I offered him a friendly smile. As much as I dislike him, I had to be the better person. The last thing I needed was to get on his bad side, and I wasn't going to let his serious attitude affect me.

"Would you like some?" I gestured to my beverage. "It's refreshing and won't stain your teeth," I added, wondering how anyone could drink coffee straight out of the pot.

"No, thank you," was his reply. I rolled my eyes. He was probably addicted to caffeine.

Sitting across from each other, I felt like I was in the hot seat because he would occasionally look over with his quiet and piercing eyes as if he was interrogating me or something. To make light of things, I tried to initiate a conversation until I was rudely interrupted by someone yelling, "Neji-kun!"

I turned and saw a man with a bowl haircut waving his hand to get Neji's attention. When he arrived, I swear his teeth sparkled. I thought I was going crazy, but quickly realized my mistake. He was definitely the crazy one because all of a suddenly, he grabbed my hands and preached something about the "spring time youth". The entire restaurant probably heard him. Hell, I bet everyone down the block did.

"Oh, joyous and beautiful flower, who might you be?" Funny, I was going to ask him 'What planet are you from?'

"Lee, let her go" Neji commanded. It took Lee five seconds to register that he had interrupted our lunch and got the most ridiculous idea.

"Oh I get it, she's your girlfriend!" I chocked a bit. What did he say? "Good job, Neji-kun!" He gave my boss a thumbs up and wide smile (and again, I think they made a 'ping' sound). Yet, I must emphasize my boss because he sure as hell didn't get a chance to clarify when someone else came over.

"Good afternoon." This time, it was a young woman with soft pink tresses that reminded me of cherry blossoms. "Hyuuga-san. Lee." Her emerald eyes landed on me. There was a glint of sincerity in them, matching her wide smile. "I'm Haruno Sakura." She held out her manicured hand.

"I'm-" My voice found its way to reach human ears.

"Tenten," Neji finished.

"She's Neji-kun's girlfriend," Lee added. I wanted to smack him, but from the looks of things, it seemed like Neji wanted to get to him first.

I shook Sakura's hand and was about to correct him when she commented me on my skin. "My, your face is so smooth." My chin was lifted up by her long slender fingers. "Have you done modeling?" Okay, these people clearly don't get the meaning of personal space. "Your face is so clear and you're not even wearing foundation." This time, she caressed my face with her thumb. It was a bit creepy.

"Haruno, would you mind removing your hands from my assistant?" About time he said something, and I could help but hear a hint of annoyance in his tone of voice.

"Assistant?" Lee gasped.

"Tenten, this is Rock Lee," Neji ignored him. "I believe you've read Haruno Sakura's file." I nodded my head, smiling in amusement as Lee remained flabbergast.

"Please to meet you two," I greeted them, and on my own might I add. "I'm Tenten, Hyuuga Neji's new assistant."

"It is a pleasure, Tenten," Sakura beamed. She turned to Neji. "Well, I must be going. I'll see you next week for the conference. Have a nice lunch." Then, she returned her attention to me. "I hope to see you more often, Tenten." I just nodded and smiled. She left with Lee after he RSVP for the meeting happening next week. Of course, I would know because I wrote it down in my new planner today, courtesy of my boss.

"Farewell, fair Tenten. Until we meet again!" He gave me a wave and a nod to Neji before walking out.

"Well, that was-" I struggled to refrain an inappropriate term about the clients. "Interesting." Neji gave me a look. It wasn't a mean look. It was almost as if he was examining me for the first time. I tried not to shiver under his gaze.

"You don't wear make up?" This time, I was flabbergast.

"No," I told him, wondering why he would ask me such a question. I don't even put on lip gloss. I was a chap stick girl all the way and damn proud of it. But for hair, I care somewhat about it, I couldn't help to ask him, "What kind of conditioner do you use?"

Okay, it may be a little awkward to ask your boss, especially because he is male, what kind of conditioner he uses. I just want my hair to be as smooth and silky as his, and without thinking, I reached over and grabbed a few strands. They fell effortlessly like a pool of silk as I pulled my hand back. I gave him a wide smile.

A smirk was on his face as he takes another sip of his coffee before answering, "Ask Lee." I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. When he gave me Lee's phone number, I knew he was dead serious. Well, that would explained why Lee's hair was so shiny. Here I thought it was because of his excessive use of hair gel. Guess I was wrong. Apparently, looks can be deceiving.

When finished our lunch, we headed back to the office. I went to my desk and he went into his office. It was normal. Well, as normal as the day can get because the encounter at lunch was anything but.

This is what I noticed:

One: Neji didn't comment on whether I was his girlfriend or not. However, he did introduced me as his assistant, leaving out the 'personal' part.

Two: It irked him at the fact that I was being touched by the clients. Hey, I was too, but the way he sounded was very, dare I say it, possessive.

Three: He actually teased me. This was a shocker since he told me before that he "does not joke". A load of- what the hell is wrong with him? Was he actually trying to be friendly? Hmm.

What bothered me was not the weird encounter at lunch. It was the fact that I am getting along with my boss, and that notion scared the crap out of me. I was fraternizing with the enemy and I was fine with it. What the hell is wrong with me?


Hyuuga Neji is your typical boss: tall, dark, humorless, and an absolute loner. He was a man of few words.

"Tenten, I need a copy of this."

"Make sure you organize the file on your desk."

"Close the door when you leave."

"Tell them I'm busy."

"I want that report on my desk by tomorrow."

Hence, the ten-words-or-less-in-a-sentence-commands. Would it kill him to add "please" every now and then? I hope so because right now, I had more paper cuts than a librarian. My head constantly glued to the phone because the it would never stop ringing. My voice had gotten hoarse from apologizing to calls that usually end with: "Hyuuga-san will contact you when he gets back to his office," which really meant: "He doesn't want to talk to you, so stop calling." My wrists were aching to the point that I believe that I may have carpal tunnel. I knew the copy machine so well, I could take it apart and put it back together blindfolded.

Despite my complaints, I was content for the day until Neji asked me to prepare for the meeting that was starting in an hour. He gave me an hour because it wasn't your common meeting with old guys in suits discussing whether or not the color scheme of last month's issue was compatible with this years' image to the public. It was like a battlefield of some sort.

Just who were the clients?

Enter-

Haruno Sakura, heiress to a model agency specializing in turning ducklings into swans (literally) overnight. Young and ambitious, she is an image icon.

Uchiha Sasuke, heir to the largest male model agency and custom clothing line fit for the higher elites of society. With his skills and talent, his industry rivaled the Haruno Corporation.

Uzumaki Naruto, restaurant owner, book publisher, part-time model. Need I say more? He's an eccentric, your not so normal entrepreneur with a talent in everything random-ness.

Nara Shikamaru, owner of the media empire. Quiet, yet resourceful.

Yamanaka Ino, fashion designer, model, and heiress to the Yamanaka Corporation, the most famous female clothing line known in high society.

Rock Lee, advisor to the Maito Gai public relations and international affairs company. Master of all things clueless when it comes to encountering females.

Young, rich, accomplished. That seemed to be the trend these days. I never did mind that the city was operated by the Hyuuga family, but I never thought the company's clients also have their fair share of influence.

So, being the nice personal assistant I was, I prepared the room with different files and name cards for everyone. With thirty minutes to spare, I went to the lounge to grab some hot brewing tea and some coffee for the conference. Balancing cups, saucers, and pots of brewing tea and coffee, I walked into the meeting room, and was startled when Neji greeted me.

"I see you're on top of things, as usual, Tenten." I took it was a compliment. Who knows when I will be able to get another one out of him. I would have replied, but concentrated on not trying to trip over myself. I quickly went over to end where he was sitting and placed the contents in my possession down.

Automatically, I poured him a cup of black coffee and set it next to his side. Cuffs unbuttoned, tie slightly crooked, and hair spewing out of his usually neat ponytail, Hyuuga Neji looked a little tired. I couldn't help but notice how pale his hand and face was after examining his long slender fingers as he drank the bitter coffee in a sip. When was the last time he went outside?

"What?" His sudden curiosity linked with mine as he took notice that I was staring at him. Flustered, I shook my head and poured myself a cup of steaming barley tea. I blew evenly to cool it down and took a long sip in an attempt to prolong the silence. However, that didn't happen because before I knew it, Neji opened his mouth and asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend, Tenten?" Two words: deja vu.

I spat the contents out of my mouth and guess where it ended up in? Yup, on Neji's face. I was shocked, mortified, and again, bewildered.

"Oh, my goodness! I am so sorry," I told him when I found my marbles, which was a bit too late. I stood up, grabbing a few napkins in the process, leaned in and wiped down the droplets of liquid that were fuse with my saliva. They were running down his face and on to his expensive shirt and tie. "I'm sorry!" I repeated my appeal to help lessen my guilt as I tried to get every drop of tea off his face, only, I didn't realize how close we were. I mean, really close.

"Tenten." I was wiping a drop I missed as it trailed down his neck and worked my way down to the semi-soaked dress shirt that now have dark spots of moisture.

"Tenten." I undid his tie a bit so it wouldn't get wet. It was silk, you know. Do you know how much it costs to dry clean?

As he was calling my name, it was deaf to my ears until his hands held my wrists in place. "Tenten." Finally, I looked into his silver eyes and tilted my head, wondering why he was trying to get my attention.

An "ahem" and a dry cough echoed somewhere, and when I finally found out what was happening, a loud voice echoed in the room. "Are we interrupting anything?" It was Naruto with a wide smirk on his face with his eyebrows moving up and down in a suggestive manner. I turned to him and gasped, only returning my gaze to my wrists, which are held gently in Neji's hands. That was not the worst part. The worst part was that my hands were on his chest. We were so close, I could see that there were no blemishes on his pale face. "We can come back later if you want," the blond chuckled, blocking the entrance as the clients peeked over his shoulder to see what was going on.

'Why don't you just shoot me now?' I thought. This was the most embarrassing moment of my life. The last thing I needed them to think was that I was involved with my boss. Sure, he was young, rich, not bad looking, but he's a Hyuuga. That was where I drew the line.


Needless to say, I avoided my boss as much as I could after the whole "walking into the room with my hands on Neji's chest" incident. At best, I meant it was an impossible attempt, but that didn't stop me from trying. Too bad my effort rendered useless. Yet, it didn't prepare me for what was going to happen next.

It was regular day. We attended conferences, I had things to make copy of, he had to read the reports, I had to retype them, then get his signature for some documents. Which meant I have physically go into his office, hand him a pen and the document so he can scribble his approval on a new deal. What I didn't know was that he had other things on his mind.

"Tenten," taking the document and pen from his hands, I confirmed his autograph.

"Yes?" I stood there, slightly shivering at the cool temperature in the room. The air conditioner was nowhere to be found, but I could hear it as cold air circulated the room. His gaze locked onto mine as he sat there with a calm expression on his face. I marveled at his current state: immobile, like a perfect stone statue.

"Go out with me." I blinked. Did he just tell me to go out with him? I looked at him, noting the fact that he was deadly serious.

With my mind numb, I didn't know what to say. So, I did the next best thing. I ran. Right out of his office. Yeah, I know. Stupid, move right? But that wasn't the dumbest thing I've done today because I ran smack dap onto something, rather, someone, and that someone was no other then Hyuuga Hiashi.

All I knew was I was in trouble because one word left his mouth. "You."

Yup, he remembered me. I cringed, and took a step back and bumped into something solid. This time, it was Neji.

"Tenten." I turned my head to him and to Hiashi. It didn't help the fact that I was trapped between these two. Way to go, Tenten. Not.

"Neji." The firm of voice of Hiashi caught his attention. "Why is she here?" At once, I felt insulted. I was right here and they were talking as if I am not. How rude.

"She is my girlfriend," Neji replied smoothly. At that moment, Hiashi gave me a look as if he wanted to murder me with his bare hands. He would have succeeded if it wasn't for Neji protectively wrapping his arms around my front. In an instant, the elder Hyuuga narrowed his eyes into dangerously slits to the point that it made me want jump out of my skin.

In my state of bewilderment, all I could say was: "HUH?" Only to get a cold reception.

"This is unacceptable," Hiashi's eyes lingered on mine. "You will regret your decision, girl." The anger in his voice did not go unnoticed, nor did I back down because of it. I wasn't afraid of him. My will to stand up to the man overcame my nerves. I didn't want to get pushed around, especially by Hyuuga Hiashi.

I have a backbone and I was going to use it.

However, he proved to also be a stubborn bastard.

Just what did this add up to?

Well, this could only sum up to one thing: WAR.

As if handling Neji wasn't enough, I had to deal with another Hyuuga.

This was just what I needed.

Drama at work.

Who knew this would happen to me?

My alarm clock?

I thought as much.

Welcome to my life.


A/N: I would appreciate it if you could tell me if I should continue this or not. This is my working process for this year, so I have no idea where this story is going to head. All I know is that I am willing to continue if you would like me to. All in all, you know what to do! Please excuse my grammar and spelling mistakes. Review with any thoughts you might have about my writing. Constructive criticism is welcomed as long as it's in an intelligent matter.


Thank you for reading!