Disclaimer: -dashes to the dining room- Yum! Dinner. (I actually made this right after dinner)
Measured Movements
By: pin0ts
Curse him.
Curse him.
Curse him for forcing her to break her routine.
Curse him for stopping her training.
Curse him for forbidding her to take hold of her beloved weapons.
Curse him for banning her to accept missions.
Curse him for compelling her to stay at home.
Curse him for turning her into some horrid looking creature.
Curse him for making her so, so—FAT!
Curse him for this—AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!—pain.
"Aww, Tenten, here's your hale and hearty, baby boy." A certain pink haired kunoichi handed the sweating woman her prize from enduring so much pain, and having burdened by it, or more so, him, for nine straight months, without even a single break.
The Weapons' Mistress smiled sweetly at the sight of her cute baby boy. The thought of being a mother excited her, that she didn't mind skipping a few years of not participating in missions. But of course, she would still train, God knows how badly she wanted to do that, after waiting for nine months, there's no stopping her this time. Besides, she had gained a lot of weight, and she has to burn them before her husband may think of leaving her. Not that he would, because if he does, he's dead meat.
Then in came, rushing inside, the persona of anxiety itself, the father of the infant delivered just moments ago, leaning at the side of the bed, looking thoughtfully at the adorable creature in his wife's arms. Seeing his expression, the russet orbed woman offered him to carry, and touch for the first time, his own son.
His eyes widened at the action, not convinced that he should do it. It's not that he didn't want to touch the baby, because of course he does, but, it's just that he didn't know how to. He looks so fragile, that in just one stroke, he'll be crushed by his hands that he had used to destroy many.
Grasping exactly what the troubled expression on her husband's face meant, she smiled amusedly, then without a word fixed his hands, then handing him the child, watching him from his frozen, nervous state, to when he slowly relaxed, now holding the newborn's hand, gently playing with it, the charming scene making her smile softly.
The child's magnificent white orbs, no doubt from the Hyuga side of the family, twinkled in delight, seemingly recognizing his father, his soft, pale hand, against his dad's own rough ones. Now that she's absorbing these two facts, she started looking for at least one physical similarity of her and the baby, sighing dejectedly at the end.
Curse him for not giving me a fair share in our baby's appearance.
Then her eyes lingered on his head, his hairless head. Those stunning chocolate brown orbs then lit up, finding hope in her almost defeated situation. It was still to be found out, but it's better than nothing.
Out of the blue, a sudden light headedness took over her, and for some odd reason, her previous thoughts about her husband seemed to come back. The anger, penetrating her system, she glared hard at the unsuspecting Neji. Feeling the dark aura, and more importantly that it was directed to him, he stopped playing with his son, then raised a questioning eyebrow to his wife.
Surrendering to the dizziness, Tenten passed out, but before totally blacking out, a soft, but to the point "Curse you." Was heard, leaving its recipient in a puzzled state, having no clue what he had done.
A/N: I'm not really psyched about this one, but I had to get it off my head, or it would be haunting me for life. Anyway, I was thinking of using 'Curse Him' as a title, but it's too corny for my liking. Measured Movements sounds much better, and even makes this drabble seem more interesting than it actually is.