A/N: Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, etc.

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"Neji, can you..." Tenten trailed off as her husband took the thin silver chain from her fingers and hooked it around her neck.

"Of course, dear," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder. They gazed at their reflections in the mirror. Neji wore a sleek tailored tuxedo and black bow tie. Tenten was draped in a silk purple dress and black shawl. A simple necklace consisting of a plain chain and single diamond pendant glimmered in the light.

"Did you wrap the gift?" Tenten asked, detaching herself from the male and reaching for her powder compact.

"It's already in the car," Neji replied, watching her put the finishing touches on her make-up. She was smiling, not because of what he said, but the fact he was so transfixed on her form. She was a wonderful wife, he decided.

The trip to Sakura's home was not too long. They occasionally encountered a minor swarm of traffic, but the roads that evening were rather empty. Neji parked his car (a black Mercedes) in the driveway before cutting the engine and pulling Tenten in for a quick kiss.

"I know I won't be able to do that with all those people around," he said, pulling away. Tenten pinched his cheek, so very fond of these little moments.

"Shall we?" she asked, not at all warmed by the idea of leaving the vehicle. She'd rather stay strapped to the passenger seat discussing trivial matters with Neji than attend a loud, pompous party. But it was only for a few hours, and so she convinced herself to tolerate and at least pretend to enjoy herself.

"We shall," Neji responded, a boyish grin flitting across his lips. He pecked her mouth once more before opening the door and stepping out. Tenten grabbed the bag by her feet and followed his lead.

Immediately, the steady flow of music made its way to their ears; it was mostly cheesy Christmas songs mixed with piano and jazz instrumentals. Though the shades were closed, they could see the outlines of dancing couples and a decorated tree.

"We'll stay for about three hours, than make up some excuse," Neji told her, eyeing the home with distaste. She could understand why: Neji wasn't much of a social person. He'd keep to himself the entire time they were there, she was sure if it. That was exactly why she'd stay near him, to make the two of them seem deep in conversation and therefore, discourage any form of awkward approach.

Tenten rang the doorbell, shivering a bit from the cold. Neji wound his arm around her waist and tucked her into his side. They could hear the lock unclasp and the door flew open, inviting in the cold air as well as the couple.

"Tenten, I'm so glad you could make it!" Sakura greeted, giving her friend a whole- hearted hug. "And it's a pleasure to see you again, Neji," she said, shaking the man's outstretched hand.

"This is for you." Tenten handed her the gift bag. Sakura took it gingerly, a look of absolute delight crossing her face.

"Oh thank you!" she exclaimed, as soon as she had peeled away the wrapping paper. "It'll go perfectly with the new gray coat I bought just the other day." She hugged the scarf contently. Neji chuckled at her antics, and Tenten beamed with satisfaction.

"Come on in! Help yourself to the snacks. Dinner will be out in about-" she glanced at her wrist for the time,"-forty-five minutes, I'd say." She ushered for the two to follow her into the living room.

It was crowded, loud, and absolutely headache inducing. It was a nightmare for Neji, but a mere daily obstacle for his wife. Tenten grabbed his arm firmly and prepared herself to drag him across the room. To her relief, Neji would not debase himself in such a humiliating manner, and promptly picked up his feet and led her himself.

They sat with half-filled plates on a love seat near the window. Neji insisted that he had to have fresh air in such a cramped environment. Tenten shook her head, giggling at how sensitive he had become upon entering the house.

Their plan seemed to work, as not many people walked up to greet them. They had a short chat with Chouji on the many types of appetizers, the man going in to great detail on the pros and cons of such dishes. He had then excused himself, hurrying to the snack table before they ran out of spinach dip and buttered crackers.

Shikamaru had sat with them briefly, complaining how his fiancé Temari was way too enthusiastic about these types of functions. He too eventually left, this time, at the urging of the very troublesome woman he spoke of. He inclined his head in a nod towards Neji, and shook Tenten's hand, before getting up.

They sat in comfortable silence, Neji eventually encasing his wife's hand within his own. His head had begun to throb over a half hour ago, but he decided for her, he would endure.

"Tenten! Do you mind helping me with the dishes?" Sakura asked, peeking her head out of the kitchen. After promising Neji she would hurry, Tenten stole her way across the room.

"You sure he'll be alright by himself?" the Haruno asked, noting the longing expression that had fixed itself onto Neji's features.

Tenten looked back over her shoulder. "I'm sure he can handle himself," she said, watching her husband fish out his blackberry. "Smartass," she muttered under her breath, "Always comes prepared."

Sakura caught her words, however, and assured her that the man would undoubtedly prefer her company to an electronic device. Tenten shrugged, lifting a tray of champagne glasses and heading out to place them on the snack table.

"Neji! It's so good to see you!" Hinata exclaimed, as she and her husband sat next to him. Said male cursed, wanting to be left alone until Tenten came back. But in order for the artificial family relationships to remain intact, he plastered on a plastic smile, and politely said "hello."

"You need to lighten up man! Not sulk in the corner!" Naruto exclaimed, hands flailing in the air. " 'Tis the season of joy and light!"

Neji's lips were pressed together in a thin white line. His face was the epitome of absolute restraint and severity. "I'm fine," he bit out.

Naruto was oblivious to his hostile glare and pulled Hinata into a dance with him. The couple waltzed away, much to Neji's relief.

"Having fun?" Tenten asked, handing him a glass of champagne. He sighed, giving a look that meant he was in no mood to be teased. Tenten hugged his shoulders.

"Just an hour longer, alright? We eat and then leave," she promised. Her husband nodded, laying his head on top of hers. When Sakura announced that dinner was ready, he got up and fetched them both plates of food.

They ate in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence. After dessert, when chairs were pushed out of the way to make room for dancing, the two decided to say goodbye to Sakura and take their leave.

Before they got up, however, Neji asked," Are you going to finish that?" He tilted his head in the direction of Tenten's abandoned glass of champagne. She shook her head, her face twisting into that of disgust.

"It tastes funny. Sort of like… bitter almonds," she told him. Neji nodded, but then did a double take.

"It tastes like what?" he demanded, his eyes wide. He gripped her by the shoulders.

"Like almonds, Neji, bitter almonds. Why?" his wife questioned, not exactly understanding the reason behind his sudden panicked state.

Neji did not bother answering her, but instead downed the entire glass, a pensive look crossing his face as he examined the taste.

"Just as I thought," he murmured. He then turned to her. "It was poisoned with cyanide," he told her. His wife blinked, before grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.

"If it was poisoned, why the hell would you drink it?" she asked, even more panic stricken than him now.

"I had to make sure, didn't I?" he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

"Make sure?" Tenten's voice squeaked," Neji! You swallowed poison. You can die!"

"That's why we're going to the hospital right now. But tell me, how much did you drink?" he said, taking hold of her arm and leading her out of the house.

"Just a sip," she replied, not at all liking his easiness. "Neji, just hurry the hell up!" she urged.

"Relax. It can take up to twelve hours for it to take affect." But just to keep her from jumping out of her seat, he sped up.

After both of them had been given an antidote, Neji called Shikamaru.

"Shikamaru, I'd like you to report an attempted assassination of my wife and I, by Sakura Haruno."

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