UPDATE!!: So, due to popular(ish) request, i will be ADDING A SEQUEL AS A SECOND CHAP. So even though it says complete, sometime in the not way way way too far away future, a sequel will be put up. Just to let you all know. Now, read on...

A/N: Because i said i would write a happier NejiTen after that angsty one i just did. This was written in about an hour while i was supposed to be studying for my english final. But seriously, this was so much more fun to do. It's short and sweet, not to be taken too seriously. (And there's probably billions of mistakes, so either point them out nicely or ignore, your choice). Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hah! Don't make me laugh...

Summary: A foggy window, a special night, and Neji and Tenten in an elevator. Neji was never too good at all that mushy stuff.

Because The Night Belongs To Us

She stares down at the neon lights dotting the city streets twenty-something stories below. The vibrant yellows and whites with occasional oranges and blues illuminate the night-blanketed pavement and walls, filling streets with existence and car engines that roar with life. She raises her auburn eyes to the rooftops of the hundreds of skyscrapers that tower over her room, some with brightly glowing billboards atop them advertising anything from radio stations to the newest "in" phones.

She doesn't like the city scene, doesn't like the hectic, always busy atmosphere and the feeling of having to run run run to get anywhere on time. She doesn't enjoy feeling like one of millions of little ants scurrying to and fro without any real destination: café, bookstore, clothing boutique, music store, she doesn't need anything from these places, but she goes to them because she had nothing else to do. She is adapting.

She's doing it for him.

She sighs heavily, craning her neck uncomfortably so as to get a somewhat clear view of the charcoal sky overhead, though she is no longer saddened by the absence of stars. She has grown used to the light of the city, she has grown used to the artificial light blocking out what's real.

She winces at the crook in her neck, massaging it with a pained grimace. Once the throbbing recedes, she leans forward and rests her forehead on the cool glass window, her steady breathing producing an uneven patch of fog on the sleek surface. Gradually, her rich eyes close to the sound of her own breathing.

Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.

"Neji," she grumbles in a raised voice, nose squashed in a very unflattering way against the glass.

"I'm almost ready, just hold on," a deep voice answers her, slightly annoyed at her impatience, and Tenten growls deep in her throat.

"Hurry up and brush your hair faster."

She listens for his noncommittal grunt that is soon to follow and opens her eyes once more to turn her head and check the clock mounted by the door. 8:47. They were going to be late…

With another sigh she faces the window again, swiping her finger through the light layer of fog her breath makes, and then she bites her lip before opening her mouth wider. She exhales onto the cool windowpane one-two-three-four times and carefully traces her name into the haze.

T-E-N-T-E-N

Then, after a moment's hesitation, she furrows her eyebrows and traces something beneath her name.

H-Y-U-U-G-A

Tenten Hyuuga…she thinks it has a nice ring to it.

The doorknob of the bathroom turns with a creak and she hastily swipes her arm across the window, turning just in time to see Neji step out of the bathroom in a crisp black tux and reach over to pick up his cell phone off of the wardrobe by the door. In his hand is a shiny, black plastic hairbrush.

"Took you long enough," Tenten scolds, though her voice is light and warm and her eyes are shining happily. Neji grunts something about the issues of having long hair.

"You could just cut it," Tenten points out, and Neji immediately fixes her with a flabbergasted stare.

"Never."

"Good. I wouldn't really want that, anyway," Tenten assures him, and then adds with a mocking edge, "But you do know that my hair's almost as long as yours, and I don't take hours brushing it."

"Hn," Neji grunts and walks around the leather sofa until he's standing in front of Tenten, the top of her head just about level with his pale eyes. For a moment she's afraid that he'll see a smudge on the window and ask her why it's there, but he instead places his hands on her waist and says, "You look nice."

Tenten doesn't blush, but her mouth does form into an embarrassed and flattered smile, and she looks down at her feet. "Thanks," she says in a small voice, fingers nervously picking at the lavender satin of her dress. "I wasn't sure if the color suited me, but it's the only one I haven't worn yet, and I didn't want to go out and buy another one, not so soon before the-"

"Tenten."

"Huh?" She looks up and bites her lip, feeling uneasy under the strong gaze of his beautiful eyes.

"You were rambling," he tells her with a small smirk.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that. I'm just not used to getting this dressed up, you know?"

Neji raises an eyebrow and Tenten laughs uncertainly. "Right, no more rambling. Got it."

"You really do look nice," Neji says again seriously, and Tenten smiles and rests her hands on his shoulders.

"Well, I'm sure you already know this, but so do you."

"Yeah, I know."

Tenten rolls her eyes but can't help smiling, and then Neji leans forward and presses a kiss to her lips, that small, arrogant smirk that she loves so much still on his. She pushes on his shoulders after a few moments and opens her eyes, telling him in a pointed voice, "We should get going, you wouldn't want to be too late, now would you?"

Neji rests his forehead against hers and looks into her eyes. "I wouldn't mind."

Tenten raises her eyebrows and gives him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. "Yes you would, and so would Lee. It's not everyday that he turns twenty-one, and what kind of friend would you look like if you were the only one not to show up at his crazy enormous birthday party? I mean, he rented out the whole resort for heaven's sakes!"

By now they are alone in the elevator, traveling down to the ground floor, Neji crossing him arms haughtily.

"Aw, Neji, don't give me that look," Tenten whines, poking him in the chest. "You'll have so much fun once you get there."

"Right." He looks unconvinced.

"At least try to have fun, for me. Because you love me so much."

"Hn."

Tenten pulls on his arm but he keeps it stubbornly crossed, so she instead tries another tactic.

"You do love me, don't you?" she asks, no longer pulling on his arm, instead looking into his eyes expectantly.

"Tenten-"

"I love you, Neji," she says quietly, "Do you love me back?"

"Of course I do," he says quickly, looking slightly uncomfortable. She has him trapped.

"Will you tell me then?"

"I…Tenten, I'm not good with mushy, emotional stuff like this, you know that."

Tenten merely looks back and forth between his eyes, waiting for his answer.

Finally, Neji sighs, and in a voice so rushed that Tenten barely misses his words, he stammers, "Iloveyou."

Her face splits into a gleeful smile and she says happily, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No comment," he responds dryly. Tenten laughs and leans her head against his chest.

"Now, if I ask you to let us move to the country side, what would you say?"

"I would definitely say that I couldn't run my business from the countryside." The elevator slows to a stop and the automatic doors open with a ping, and the two step out into a fancy lobby. A chauffeur is waiting by the intricate entrance doors, and he beckons them out with the motion of his white-gloved hand.

"Well, it was worth a shot," Tenten sighs dramatically, "I guess I'll just have to get used to the city life."

"Guess so," Neji repeats, and laces his fingers into hers as they walk down the golden-lit loop of a driveway towards the shiny limo designated for them.

Tenten squeezes his hand and mutters under her breath, "Now all I've gotta do is get you to propose."

"What?"

"Nothing!" she says brightly, and although he gives her a puzzled look he doesn't question her. He opens her door like a gentleman and she gives him a thank you kiss, this time a peck on the lips, and tells him once more, "I love you, Neji," before sliding into the luxury car.

He closes the door with a sigh. "Yeah, me too."

A/N: I just wanna give Neji a hug sometimes. coughmostofthetimecough. Review anyone?