About A Boy

“Ow, what the... watch where
you're fucking going!”

Tenten blinked, stepping back to look
at the other, flushed with anger and embarrassment. He
was... cute, she'd
admit that much. Maybe even handsome. Maybe.
“Me? I wouldn't
have run into you if you hadn't locked—what
were you doing in
there, anyway?”

“That's none
of your—oh fuck, shit,”
he seemed slightly panicked as he looked over her shoulder and
retreated back into the room, reaching to close the door, only to
realize that Tenten was in the way. The man appeared to contemplate
the situation for a moment and then, with a frustrated sigh, pulled
her into the room with him.

“What
are you doing?!”

This
was... not good. She was locked in a room with someone she had met
only seconds earlier. Someone who could easily be some weirdo trying
to prey on innocent women and was just waiting
for a chance to—dammit, this was supposed to be a relaxing
lunch.

“Look,
just shut up for a couple of minutes, okay?” he hissed at her,
letting go of Tenten's arm and watching the door a little
desperately.

Tenten
resisted the urge to yell out of spite. Who was
this creep? “I'm not going to shut up! You're
the one who dragged me here... ugh, forget it. I'm leaving.”

“Dammit,
wait! He might still be...”

His
eyes widened as she began to open the door, looking at her in a way
that could almost be considered pleading, if not for the slight
glare. Tenten threw him an unimpressed glance before walking out into
an empty hallway, rolling her eyes as he locked himself in again.

It
was only until after she sat down at her cubicle that she realized
that she had made it through the entire encounter(all two minutes of
it) without even getting a chance to think
about food. Tenten sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration. What
was with this job?

“You're
back early,” Ino appeared at the entrance of Tenten's cubicle,
raising an eyebrow at her flustered appearance. “What gives?”

“...
I don't know. I... I
have no idea what just happened.”

“Oh~?”
she asked curiously, disappearing for a moment to to bring in her
chair and setting it down next to Tenten's.

The
other woman blinked curiously and frowned. “Shouldn't you be
working?”

“Nah,”
Ino said with a smile, “consider it a coffee break! C'mon, did
something happen? Weren't you supposed supposed to be on your lunch
hour?”

“I...
I was...” she began, eyes moving to the side as she recalled
what happened minutes earlier. “I went to the break room,
right? But it was locked and there was this guy
and then I got dragged in and—“

“...
You're talking too fast, Tenten,” Ino said flatly, resting her
chin on her hands. “Start over.”

She
nodded, gathering her thoughts, and managed to recount the entire
incident to Ino. “It wasn't so... terrible, now that I think
about it, just... bizarre.”

“Sounds
like it. Heh, you attract a lot of weirdos, don't you?” she
laughed, causing Tenten's right eye to twitch slightly. “What'd
he look like? I might know who he is.”

“He
had silverish-blond hair. I think it was gelled back, or something?
Tall... um, not that bad looking, I guess?” Tenten told her as
she toyed with the edge of her shirt absentmindedly, biting her lip.

“Him?”
Ino rolled her eyes in exasperation. “That's Hidan. Works in
graphics. Kind of a Jesus freak. Ignore him, he likes to pick fights
with everyone. That's probably why he was hiding—geez, I'm
surprised he hasn't been fired... again.”

“Again?”

“Yeah,
I think it happened, like, once, but they rehired him the next day or
something. He's sort of friendly—“ Tenten snorted at the
word 'friendly' “—with one of the higher-ups, otherwise
he'd have had his ass kicked to the curb already.”

“Oh...”

...
Well. It figured that she managed to run into the office asshole on
her lunch break.

“You
probably won't see much of him; he works way across the office. Oooh,
hey, are you still taking the rest of your lunch break?”

“Not
now, but...” She wasn't going to risk running into him
again.

“Great!
You should eat out with us—the girls will get a laugh out of
your story,” Ino said insistingly.

“I—“

“Don't
be so antisocial, Tenten!”

“Okay,
okay, fine,” she agreed hesitantly. She wasn't
antisocial, just... tired.

The
blond smiled brightly, rising and picking up her chair as she
returned to her own cubicle. “Great! I'm going to go back to
work now. Talk to you in a little while!”

This
was going to be a long day.