The practice room Tenten was spending her afternoon in was smaller than the others, barely large enough to fit the young woman and the cello she was playing on. It wasn't really the smallness of the room that bothered Tenten; a house full of people all the time quickly stripped away anything like claustrophobia. She was just so... confused. China ( Read more... )

Who: Haku & YOU!
What: A little downtime after work
Where: The school quad
When: Friday, early evening
Warnings: Nothing yet

( Baby it's cooold outside~ )

She was early ( Read more... )

Who: Shino and Tenten
When: After Tenten's performance of Caprice No. 24
Where: 201 Practice Room
Notes: LOL, Backdated like whoa.

( Of course. The schedules had been mixed up. )

It was long past time for Tenten to be in bed; already too late at night for anything but hobos and rapists to be out, all the trains had stopped running hours ago, and worst of all, she was just sneaking back up into the school. Really, the whole sneaking around bit made her feel a little like a James Bond Villain, what with her heels in one hand ( Read more... )

( Sheng ri kuai le, Naruto. ♥ )

As soon as Ino could ditch the crutches, she knew it was time to go out and play. It was depressing having to sit around her room, batting off cats, and not having much to do beyond getting Shikamaru to drag her to various places. Everyone, it seemed, was down lately because of one thing or another. Whether it was Obito or personal stresses no one ( Read more... )

( She was the last one to play. )

The sound coming out of Practice Room 1 that afternoon was manic. Tenten had always been taught that a musician could best argue with themselves via their music. Her fingers tumbled over the keys, stirring up feelings of I shouldn’t have and I must. Lately, she’d been an absolute Chinese Ninja in the two classes she shared with Naruto. Dodging in ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )