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Movie Night
Title: Movie Night
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Aburame Shino
Pairing(s): Slight Shino/Tenten if you kinda squint
Warning(s): Fluff. Adorable fluff.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: ...Because this is what happens when you feed the plot bunnies too much with cute and love. 8|... ♥ Takes place in the same universe as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
last_stretch
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
semchance. They can be cute together any time you want. ♥
Two weeks. That was how long it took for international deliveries to complete their journey from one side of the planet to the other, timing from date and time of drop-off to arrival. Well, two weeks, seven hours, and fifteen minutes, she noted more accurately. Especially when factoring in some extra time both for weather and crossing over the equator into the other hemisphere. But who was counting?
"I am, obviously," the young woman lightly scoffed. And glanced at the clock again. Five until the designated time she had indicated in the note.
It was always nerve-wracking to be forced to wait and see if a package would arrive on time. Or even at all. Whether it would reach its destination and pass into the intended recipient's hands still in tact like the day it had been shipped out. But as often as she had sent Shino letters, birthday gifts, and Christmas presents in the past year since starting his studies abroad in Brazil, it had grown to be a fairly familiar feeling for Tenten. Almost calming in a way if it were not for the anxiety that came along with it as well. Then again, the young woman had always been one to indulge in the parallels of her life.
Still, this particular delivery had been extremely important, although spontaneously planned. And as trustworthy as the mailing service was, there was always room for error. No one was perfect after all. With an entire world full of packages, one small box could be easily overlooked. Could easily disappear.
And then all her planning and waiting would have been for nothing.
The rattle of her phone against the nightstand pushed aside all other thoughts and immediately drew Tenten's full attention as she quickly grabbed to answer it. Her excitement could hardly be contained as the young woman ignored giving a formal greeting and spoke into the receiver. "Shino?"
On the other end of the line, the receiver crackled for a few seconds in a stilled silence before his deeper voice resounded through the static. "...Your requests seem to get less and less conventional as the years go by."
"As long as its something you can help me with, there was no reason for you not to oblige," she quipped, and let out a quiet breath of relief, "Isn't that what you once said?"
She remembered everything he had ever said to her. Every conversation they had, every text he ever sent. Every word. Because Shino was not the sort to use them often, so when he did, Tenten made it a point to take notice and remember them. Especially when they came during a moment of crisis and utter confusion. He had always been there for her, to comfort her through the turmoil and to listened to her rants. So it was only natural that the young woman would listen without hesitation and remember when he chose to speak his own thoughts.
"I did not think it would require me to call you before lunch."
"Live and learn, Shino-bug," was her cheerful response, "Plus, I had an extra shift today at work."
"The cafe would surely lose a quarter of its profits without your dedication." And she could not help but picture his positively neutral expression of amusement as the words buzzed through the line. How the faint lines around the corners of his mouth and the minute lift of his brows would stand to be the only subtle signs of his brand of teasing. She missed visibly seeing it, sometimes.
"You bet it would! Besides, you said you had Sundays off."
"I do."
"Right," she reasoned, "So this shouldn't disrupt your day too much."
Assured of her victory on this matter, she gave a cheeky grin that she was sure he could feel on the other end of the line. No matter how far or how many continents apart they were, there was just something about their friendship that seemed to transcend the distance. Tenten had realized that long ago, when trips to China were simply not complete without a string of text conversations with the young Aburame. Or when written responses stopped being enough to make up for the absence.
"What is this about, Tenten?"
"Open the box and find out," she responded eagerly.
More static rattled on the other end of the line, followed by the rustle of paper and ripping cardboard while he did as he was told. Or at least Tenten assumed that he did. Sound could only tell you so much of what was going on when you were not there to witness it yourself. And although she was brimming with quiet excitement, there was no masking the soft breath of exasperation that only an Aburame could muster while he followed down the trail of her silly little whim.
It was the little things that made her appreciated about their friendship, really.
Everything seemed to still in anticipation while she waited for his reaction. If there were any notable reaction to draw from, she quickly reminded herself. Because after all these years, Tenten had grown to expect a sort of restrained neutrality from the other, more as a learned trait than a self imposing attempt to retract from the world. The Aburame family, as the young woman had learned, were not the most lively people in the world. But they held their own brand of expression that was far more subtle.
"...What is this?" Which played no role here, apparently.
"You said you wanted to see a movie with me."
"This was hardly what I meant."
"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna wait two or some odd years for you to get back here, so deal with it."
The phone crackled briefly as what she could only guess to be a long exhale of breath blew out over his receiver, doing well to express a small inkling of his thoughts at the idea. This was meant to be an event that would happen face to face, she knew. It was how he would want it, and frankly, it was how Tenten preferred it to be. But a lot of things could happen in two or three years. And memory was a fickle thing when it was overshadowed by other things that could and might occur between then and now.
"Come on, I've got a copy of it here too," she pressed, "We'll watch it at the same time and it'll be like we were both there."
When more silence greeted her, the young woman became nervous. Even for him, this was a little too much speechlessness. And for whatever reason that she could not even begin to guess, it was important to Tenten for them to do this now, if only this once. At the same time, on some level, she also knew that it was important to him that they share the experience together while in the same room. Preferably while in the same city and building, at least.
"...I promise we'll watch another movie together when you get back," the young woman offered, hoping that it would be enough.
"...Fine," he finally relented, much to her excitement.
And thus began an hour and a half filled with light laughter and softly spoken conversations about how a lonely trash-compacting bot made the journey of a lifetime across the universe and back... all in search for someone to hold his mechanical hand. It was unclear just at what point she had fallen asleep while they both watched the movie together over the phone. The last thing Tenten remembered was smiling at how sweet both bots looked dancing amongst the stars. Then, before she even realized it, morning had come, and the young woman had been left with a red imprint of a phone in her cheek. And the faint sound of breathing on the other end of the line.
Smiling to herself, Tenten resisted the urge to laugh lest she wake him from his slumber. "Sweet dreams, Shino."
Indeed, she realized after hanging up, her phone bill would be higher this month. And it would be no other's fault but her own for letting the call stretch on as long as it did. But, Tenten was beginning to realize, some things were worth it.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Aburame Shino
Pairing(s): Slight Shino/Tenten if you kinda squint
Warning(s): Fluff. Adorable fluff.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: ...Because this is what happens when you feed the plot bunnies too much with cute and love. 8|... ♥ Takes place in the same universe as
last_stretchDedicated to:
semchance. They can be cute together any time you want. ♥Two weeks. That was how long it took for international deliveries to complete their journey from one side of the planet to the other, timing from date and time of drop-off to arrival. Well, two weeks, seven hours, and fifteen minutes, she noted more accurately. Especially when factoring in some extra time both for weather and crossing over the equator into the other hemisphere. But who was counting?
"I am, obviously," the young woman lightly scoffed. And glanced at the clock again. Five until the designated time she had indicated in the note.
It was always nerve-wracking to be forced to wait and see if a package would arrive on time. Or even at all. Whether it would reach its destination and pass into the intended recipient's hands still in tact like the day it had been shipped out. But as often as she had sent Shino letters, birthday gifts, and Christmas presents in the past year since starting his studies abroad in Brazil, it had grown to be a fairly familiar feeling for Tenten. Almost calming in a way if it were not for the anxiety that came along with it as well. Then again, the young woman had always been one to indulge in the parallels of her life.
Still, this particular delivery had been extremely important, although spontaneously planned. And as trustworthy as the mailing service was, there was always room for error. No one was perfect after all. With an entire world full of packages, one small box could be easily overlooked. Could easily disappear.
And then all her planning and waiting would have been for nothing.
The rattle of her phone against the nightstand pushed aside all other thoughts and immediately drew Tenten's full attention as she quickly grabbed to answer it. Her excitement could hardly be contained as the young woman ignored giving a formal greeting and spoke into the receiver. "Shino?"
On the other end of the line, the receiver crackled for a few seconds in a stilled silence before his deeper voice resounded through the static. "...Your requests seem to get less and less conventional as the years go by."
"As long as its something you can help me with, there was no reason for you not to oblige," she quipped, and let out a quiet breath of relief, "Isn't that what you once said?"
She remembered everything he had ever said to her. Every conversation they had, every text he ever sent. Every word. Because Shino was not the sort to use them often, so when he did, Tenten made it a point to take notice and remember them. Especially when they came during a moment of crisis and utter confusion. He had always been there for her, to comfort her through the turmoil and to listened to her rants. So it was only natural that the young woman would listen without hesitation and remember when he chose to speak his own thoughts.
"I did not think it would require me to call you before lunch."
"Live and learn, Shino-bug," was her cheerful response, "Plus, I had an extra shift today at work."
"The cafe would surely lose a quarter of its profits without your dedication." And she could not help but picture his positively neutral expression of amusement as the words buzzed through the line. How the faint lines around the corners of his mouth and the minute lift of his brows would stand to be the only subtle signs of his brand of teasing. She missed visibly seeing it, sometimes.
"You bet it would! Besides, you said you had Sundays off."
"I do."
"Right," she reasoned, "So this shouldn't disrupt your day too much."
Assured of her victory on this matter, she gave a cheeky grin that she was sure he could feel on the other end of the line. No matter how far or how many continents apart they were, there was just something about their friendship that seemed to transcend the distance. Tenten had realized that long ago, when trips to China were simply not complete without a string of text conversations with the young Aburame. Or when written responses stopped being enough to make up for the absence.
"What is this about, Tenten?"
"Open the box and find out," she responded eagerly.
More static rattled on the other end of the line, followed by the rustle of paper and ripping cardboard while he did as he was told. Or at least Tenten assumed that he did. Sound could only tell you so much of what was going on when you were not there to witness it yourself. And although she was brimming with quiet excitement, there was no masking the soft breath of exasperation that only an Aburame could muster while he followed down the trail of her silly little whim.
It was the little things that made her appreciated about their friendship, really.
Everything seemed to still in anticipation while she waited for his reaction. If there were any notable reaction to draw from, she quickly reminded herself. Because after all these years, Tenten had grown to expect a sort of restrained neutrality from the other, more as a learned trait than a self imposing attempt to retract from the world. The Aburame family, as the young woman had learned, were not the most lively people in the world. But they held their own brand of expression that was far more subtle.
"...What is this?" Which played no role here, apparently.
"You said you wanted to see a movie with me."
"This was hardly what I meant."
"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna wait two or some odd years for you to get back here, so deal with it."
The phone crackled briefly as what she could only guess to be a long exhale of breath blew out over his receiver, doing well to express a small inkling of his thoughts at the idea. This was meant to be an event that would happen face to face, she knew. It was how he would want it, and frankly, it was how Tenten preferred it to be. But a lot of things could happen in two or three years. And memory was a fickle thing when it was overshadowed by other things that could and might occur between then and now.
"Come on, I've got a copy of it here too," she pressed, "We'll watch it at the same time and it'll be like we were both there."
When more silence greeted her, the young woman became nervous. Even for him, this was a little too much speechlessness. And for whatever reason that she could not even begin to guess, it was important to Tenten for them to do this now, if only this once. At the same time, on some level, she also knew that it was important to him that they share the experience together while in the same room. Preferably while in the same city and building, at least.
"...I promise we'll watch another movie together when you get back," the young woman offered, hoping that it would be enough.
"...Fine," he finally relented, much to her excitement.
And thus began an hour and a half filled with light laughter and softly spoken conversations about how a lonely trash-compacting bot made the journey of a lifetime across the universe and back... all in search for someone to hold his mechanical hand. It was unclear just at what point she had fallen asleep while they both watched the movie together over the phone. The last thing Tenten remembered was smiling at how sweet both bots looked dancing amongst the stars. Then, before she even realized it, morning had come, and the young woman had been left with a red imprint of a phone in her cheek. And the faint sound of breathing on the other end of the line.
Smiling to herself, Tenten resisted the urge to laugh lest she wake him from his slumber. "Sweet dreams, Shino."
Indeed, she realized after hanging up, her phone bill would be higher this month. And it would be no other's fault but her own for letting the call stretch on as long as it did. But, Tenten was beginning to realize, some things were worth it.
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