Yours Truly
Pairing: NejiTen
Genre: Romance
Word count: 578
Warning(s): Fluff, Neji being out of character (which is entirely his own fault.)
Disclaimer: Naruto and all affiliated characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi.

Neji eyed the note for a moment, then folded it back along its single crease line and returned it to his pocket, where he had found it. Sighing, he pushed away from the tree trunk he was lounging against, standing erect and approaching his comrades.

"Break is over," he announced, watching the chuunin and jounin around him begin to scurry into readiness. This was their last scheduled stop before finally reaching Konoha, and Neji was looking forward to being home.

As the note had asked of him, he was unharmed. Despite the dangerous mission, most of the shinobi under his command were. Now all he needed to do was 'come back,' a task that he was only a few hours from completing. Neji smirked discreetly to himself as his squad obediently fell into position behind him.

'I always do. Perhaps you should concentrate more on keeping yourself alive.'

Tenten grinned and tucked the paper into her kunai holster. From the looks of things, Neji had gotten back two days before her, only to leave again the morning before her arrival. Now, only thirty-nine short hours later, Tenten was being sent out again. Pulling the grocery list tablet off of the fridge, she set it on the counter and pulled out a pen.

'I'll take that as a sexist comment, and make you pay for it later. Assuming we ever manage to be home at the same time.'

'It wasn't, but I suppose there will be no convincing you. If you would retire, this wouldn't be a problem.'

'You retire.'

'No. Do you remember back when we were genin?'

'I do. Getting nostalgic? That doesn't seem like you. You must miss me a lot, which is understandable.'

'Humility is an attractive trait in a woman.'

'But what does that have to do with me? I heard you're on an S-rank with Lee. Be careful. I don't want to be a widow before I've even managed to get married.'

'That's impossible on two levels: firstly, only a woman who has been married can be a widow, by definition; secondly, I'm not going to die.'

Tenten sighed happily, earning a look from her husband.

"Why do you reread those every year?" His pearlescent eyes swept over the leather-bound scrapbook, then over Tenten, who clutched the book to her chest under his scrutiny. "I don't even understand why you've felt the need to keep them all these years," he added, more to himself.

"For the same reason you have a stash of them hidden in your closet." When his cheeks flushed, she smiled triumphantly. "They just remind me how much I love you," she answered simply, giving the book a subconscious hug.

Neji pondered that for a moment, then stood and went into the kitchen.

"Neji? Where are you going?" Tenten called after him. When he didn't answer, she set her scrapbook aside and followed Neji's trail out of the sitting room. She found him leaning against the counter, waiting for her, and as she got closer, her held his hand out to her.

She stared at the paper he offered, folded neatly in fourths, just like he used to. Her questioning gaze sought his face, but he looked stubbornly out the window in the other direction. Smirking, she plucked the slip of paper from between his fingers and unfolded it.

'I love you, too.'

"Happy Valentine's Day, Neji."

A/N: Sorry to anyone who also watches my deviantART account and has therefor already seen plenty of this silly little fic.

It was written for the Love Letters contest in NejiTenPLZ (on deviantART). Unfortunately, it did not win. I just now realized that I didn't post it here, so I figured I'd put it up. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read.