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endless_scrolls) wrote2013-03-01 04:09 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2013-03-01 04:09 pm
Knickers in a Twist
Title: Knickers in a Twist
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Wardrobe malfunction [ Wordcount: 494 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mentions of Rock Lee, Maito Gai, Orochimaru
Pairing(s): Hints of Sasuke/Tenten
Warning(s): A little Uchiha abuse. At the expense of his pride.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: A series of one-shots based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
its_game_time
Side-stepping what would likely have been a killing blow had he managed to connect, she twisted her body around in mid-air. And in a last second decision to tip the scales to her advantage, she decidedly stretched the reach of her arm as far as it would go, managing to close her fingers tightly around the target as she let her momentum finish the rest of the work. Seconds later, satisfaction and a good amount of amusement was had as his maneuverability became compromised as he practically stumbled over his own feet to keep from falling.
He really should've known better...
It was, perhaps, a cheap trick, as he'd said later on. But as she'd learned through the years, all tactics were fair game under the terms of war. Or, at least, a mock battle between two shinobi who held some amount of respect for one another. And, for the record, the kunoichi was more than willing to give and use every reason to get him to stop wearing that god-awful bow.
She was never one to focus to much on fashion. When placed on a team with two grown men who preferred to go bounding about in skin-tight green spandex suits and orange leg warmers, fashion was the least of her concerns. The emerald eyesores, at least, held a specific function to both Lee and Gai-sensei's training methods. Speed was the bread and butter of a taijtusu specialist. And while it left nothing to the imagination, the suits did serve their intended purpose. With no resistance against the wind and air, their movements could only come faster. A few thick chords of rope tied around the waist was hardly as practical.
It was a thinly veiled codpiece, at best.
The deep scowl on his face as he fumbled to keep his pants up and somewhat modest said that Sasuke probably believed otherwise.
"Hey, don't look at me. You're the one who chose to wear that - " And here, she made some wild gesture at his entire attire, seeing very little function in anything he wore. " - out in public."
Granted, it wasn't exactly as public as she made it seem, though the sentiment was still the same. After all, there weren't a lot of people who traveled this deeply within the borders of Rice Field, not without first encountering the many agents who called the Sound their home base. And even so, there were even less in this steadily flourishing country who wasn't under the influence of the traitorous Sannin. Orochimaru guarded his precious toys well.
Still, it was with a level of satisfaction and amusement that she withstood the weight of his glare as he turned with a huff and proceeded to walk away, ending their spar and declaring no one the winner. And whether it would be marked as a draw or simply postponed to another date or time, the kunoichi couldn't help but feel victorious all the same.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Wardrobe malfunction [ Wordcount: 494 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mentions of Rock Lee, Maito Gai, Orochimaru
Pairing(s): Hints of Sasuke/Tenten
Warning(s): A little Uchiha abuse. At the expense of his pride.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: A series of one-shots based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures.Dedicated to:
its_game_timeSide-stepping what would likely have been a killing blow had he managed to connect, she twisted her body around in mid-air. And in a last second decision to tip the scales to her advantage, she decidedly stretched the reach of her arm as far as it would go, managing to close her fingers tightly around the target as she let her momentum finish the rest of the work. Seconds later, satisfaction and a good amount of amusement was had as his maneuverability became compromised as he practically stumbled over his own feet to keep from falling.
He really should've known better...
It was, perhaps, a cheap trick, as he'd said later on. But as she'd learned through the years, all tactics were fair game under the terms of war. Or, at least, a mock battle between two shinobi who held some amount of respect for one another. And, for the record, the kunoichi was more than willing to give and use every reason to get him to stop wearing that god-awful bow.
She was never one to focus to much on fashion. When placed on a team with two grown men who preferred to go bounding about in skin-tight green spandex suits and orange leg warmers, fashion was the least of her concerns. The emerald eyesores, at least, held a specific function to both Lee and Gai-sensei's training methods. Speed was the bread and butter of a taijtusu specialist. And while it left nothing to the imagination, the suits did serve their intended purpose. With no resistance against the wind and air, their movements could only come faster. A few thick chords of rope tied around the waist was hardly as practical.
It was a thinly veiled codpiece, at best.
The deep scowl on his face as he fumbled to keep his pants up and somewhat modest said that Sasuke probably believed otherwise.
"Hey, don't look at me. You're the one who chose to wear that - " And here, she made some wild gesture at his entire attire, seeing very little function in anything he wore. " - out in public."
Granted, it wasn't exactly as public as she made it seem, though the sentiment was still the same. After all, there weren't a lot of people who traveled this deeply within the borders of Rice Field, not without first encountering the many agents who called the Sound their home base. And even so, there were even less in this steadily flourishing country who wasn't under the influence of the traitorous Sannin. Orochimaru guarded his precious toys well.
Still, it was with a level of satisfaction and amusement that she withstood the weight of his glare as he turned with a huff and proceeded to walk away, ending their spar and declaring no one the winner. And whether it would be marked as a draw or simply postponed to another date or time, the kunoichi couldn't help but feel victorious all the same.