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Top of the World
Title: Top of the World
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Theme: 02. Halfway across the world and back again [ Wordcount: 995 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Aburame Shino; brief mentions of Uzumaki Naruto
Pairing(s): Shino/Tenten
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Random series of one-shots based on the themes borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
20_aus although... it's more like 25 since I plan on doing the extra/bonus themes too. Written for the AU contest being held over at the ShinoxTentenFC club on dA. In hindsight, this is probably a bad idea for trimming back on the plot bunnies.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
semchance; because their cute works in any universe, I say. 8|
Useless fact: 'The red string of fate, also referred to as the red thread of destiny, red thread of fate, and other variants, is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend and is also used in Japanese legend. [...] The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmates or a twin flame.'
"Now arriving, flight 903 from Sydney, Australia at gate 214."
The smell of cleaning products and continually filtered air filled her lungs with every breath she took. Restaurants were just beginning to open up shop, switching out their employees from night to day shift, and adding just a faintly sweetness of fried oils and sugared pastries along with freshly brewed coffee into atmosphere to the terminal. This, she thought with some semblance of amusement, was becoming more and more familiar with each passing year. As many times as the young woman had traveled from Tokyo to China and back again, it had become almost second nature to maneuver her way through the check points and waiting areas. - To know where the best tea would be served or where she could find the greatest place to purchase reading material to enjoy during her flight. - Even more so now, after Naruto's first tour around the continent of Asia was launched off without a hitch some weeks before. But even she found herself wincing at the strict security that was set up.
Then again, Tenten wasn't heading to China or it's mainland neighbors this time. And her destination was understandably far more cautious about what was coming into their country.
"Flight 231 for Los Angeles will be boarding in just a few moments. Please be sure to have your boarding pass and passport out before boarding the plane. Thank you."
Glancing out the wide windows, the young woman watched as the plane taxied its way from the landing strip to the assigned gate. And just beyond that, there stood blue skies and Tokyo backdrop she would be leaving behind after spending nearly a decade calling it home. Or, at least, that was the possibility that would come from stepping on to that plane.
Saying goodbye, she believed, was one of the hardest things for a human to do; to endure. And she would know that for certain. Between losing family, friends, and places she called home, Tenten had spent all her life saying goodbye. This would be just another notch in her experience, she told herself. It would be painful, to be sure. But parting ways with him had been more difficult than all the rest combined. It certainly felt more real than the first time he had walked out of her life to follow his dream. And her heart had broken at the thought of her friend - her boyfriend - leaving again. Dreams were meant to be reached, though, and the young woman wanted nothing but the best for him. She wanted everything for him. Even if she couldn't be there to share in the experience.
It was a good thing her own dream was more lenient about locations.
"Now boarding, Flight 231, rows one to ten. Now boarding, Flight 231, rows one to ten."
Glancing down at her ticket, she zeroed in on her row number and gave a soft sigh. It would be a few moments before she would be seated. As expected, she supposed. The ticket had been bought last minute, with little planning in mind. There was simply something about the young man's call after his arrival to Sao Paolo that compelled her to dip into her savings account and pack up her things for the cooler climates of the Southern Hemisphere. And no matter how soon she would be able to take her seat on the plane, it wouldn't get her to Brazil any quicker.
"...Tenten..."
Turning at the sound of her name being called, there was a moment of disbelief. Because the voice was achingly familiar. And it was supposed to be half a world away. But if that were true, then her eyes werep laying tricks and her mind was clouded with delusions. Because the young woman was greeted with the sight of a young man that had held her heart in his hands since the first moment they met. Since the first moment they had spoken.
"...Shino..."
Taking in her surroundings, she noted the modest suitcase being pulled behind him and the strap of his pack slung on his shoulders. His used ticket, of course, rested firmly in his grip along with what she recognized as a Japanese passport. And if she were to look closer, Tenten was sure that there'd be a new stamp inside.
And it was like how it should have been the first time he had come home from his years of studying in Brazil - if Shino had the courage or purpose to call Tenten and let her know that he was - her stepping up to him with a knowing smile and open arms, and him quietly placing his things down to wrap his arms around her. It was no storybook ending like in the fairytales or romantic comedies they used to watch. But it was perfectly them.
Pulling back a bit from their embrace, all Tenten could do was smile at the face she had loved and missed for all of three days in a sort of wonder. It seemed like an eternaty since... "You... came back..."
"...I came for you."
And with a sharp intake of breath, the young woman reveled in the feel of his hand against her cheek, his fingers brushing over the soft curve and warm flesh that almost pinked at the intimate gesture that followed afterwards. Years ago, if she had been told that Aburame Shino would one day make such an open statement in public, she would have thought them mad. But years did well to expand on a person's experience and shift their views as well as their tendencies. Tenten had been there to watch him grow and break down the barriers he kept around him brick by brick as their relationship grew along with it. So much had changed from back then. And yet, so much had also remained the same. They were still here. They were still circling - dancing - around each other.
As they always would.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Theme: 02. Halfway across the world and back again [ Wordcount: 995 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Aburame Shino; brief mentions of Uzumaki Naruto
Pairing(s): Shino/Tenten
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Random series of one-shots based on the themes borrowed from
20_aus Dedicated to:
semchance; because their cute works in any universe, I say. 8|Useless fact: 'The red string of fate, also referred to as the red thread of destiny, red thread of fate, and other variants, is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend and is also used in Japanese legend. [...] The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmates or a twin flame.'
"Now arriving, flight 903 from Sydney, Australia at gate 214."
The smell of cleaning products and continually filtered air filled her lungs with every breath she took. Restaurants were just beginning to open up shop, switching out their employees from night to day shift, and adding just a faintly sweetness of fried oils and sugared pastries along with freshly brewed coffee into atmosphere to the terminal. This, she thought with some semblance of amusement, was becoming more and more familiar with each passing year. As many times as the young woman had traveled from Tokyo to China and back again, it had become almost second nature to maneuver her way through the check points and waiting areas. - To know where the best tea would be served or where she could find the greatest place to purchase reading material to enjoy during her flight. - Even more so now, after Naruto's first tour around the continent of Asia was launched off without a hitch some weeks before. But even she found herself wincing at the strict security that was set up.
Then again, Tenten wasn't heading to China or it's mainland neighbors this time. And her destination was understandably far more cautious about what was coming into their country.
"Flight 231 for Los Angeles will be boarding in just a few moments. Please be sure to have your boarding pass and passport out before boarding the plane. Thank you."
Glancing out the wide windows, the young woman watched as the plane taxied its way from the landing strip to the assigned gate. And just beyond that, there stood blue skies and Tokyo backdrop she would be leaving behind after spending nearly a decade calling it home. Or, at least, that was the possibility that would come from stepping on to that plane.
Saying goodbye, she believed, was one of the hardest things for a human to do; to endure. And she would know that for certain. Between losing family, friends, and places she called home, Tenten had spent all her life saying goodbye. This would be just another notch in her experience, she told herself. It would be painful, to be sure. But parting ways with him had been more difficult than all the rest combined. It certainly felt more real than the first time he had walked out of her life to follow his dream. And her heart had broken at the thought of her friend - her boyfriend - leaving again. Dreams were meant to be reached, though, and the young woman wanted nothing but the best for him. She wanted everything for him. Even if she couldn't be there to share in the experience.
It was a good thing her own dream was more lenient about locations.
"Now boarding, Flight 231, rows one to ten. Now boarding, Flight 231, rows one to ten."
Glancing down at her ticket, she zeroed in on her row number and gave a soft sigh. It would be a few moments before she would be seated. As expected, she supposed. The ticket had been bought last minute, with little planning in mind. There was simply something about the young man's call after his arrival to Sao Paolo that compelled her to dip into her savings account and pack up her things for the cooler climates of the Southern Hemisphere. And no matter how soon she would be able to take her seat on the plane, it wouldn't get her to Brazil any quicker.
"...Tenten..."
Turning at the sound of her name being called, there was a moment of disbelief. Because the voice was achingly familiar. And it was supposed to be half a world away. But if that were true, then her eyes werep laying tricks and her mind was clouded with delusions. Because the young woman was greeted with the sight of a young man that had held her heart in his hands since the first moment they met. Since the first moment they had spoken.
"...Shino..."
Taking in her surroundings, she noted the modest suitcase being pulled behind him and the strap of his pack slung on his shoulders. His used ticket, of course, rested firmly in his grip along with what she recognized as a Japanese passport. And if she were to look closer, Tenten was sure that there'd be a new stamp inside.
And it was like how it should have been the first time he had come home from his years of studying in Brazil - if Shino had the courage or purpose to call Tenten and let her know that he was - her stepping up to him with a knowing smile and open arms, and him quietly placing his things down to wrap his arms around her. It was no storybook ending like in the fairytales or romantic comedies they used to watch. But it was perfectly them.
Pulling back a bit from their embrace, all Tenten could do was smile at the face she had loved and missed for all of three days in a sort of wonder. It seemed like an eternaty since... "You... came back..."
"...I came for you."
And with a sharp intake of breath, the young woman reveled in the feel of his hand against her cheek, his fingers brushing over the soft curve and warm flesh that almost pinked at the intimate gesture that followed afterwards. Years ago, if she had been told that Aburame Shino would one day make such an open statement in public, she would have thought them mad. But years did well to expand on a person's experience and shift their views as well as their tendencies. Tenten had been there to watch him grow and break down the barriers he kept around him brick by brick as their relationship grew along with it. So much had changed from back then. And yet, so much had also remained the same. They were still here. They were still circling - dancing - around each other.
As they always would.
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