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"You fill me with so much rage!" Tenten informed. Sakura nodded.

"I know. I would piss me off too." She kept skinning her apples, separating the fine red skin from the crisp white prey. The gleeful smile in her voice could be heard clear across the room.

"How dare you get such a disgustingly happy ending?!" Tenten continued ranting, her fury building. Sakura had to admit that this was fair.

"Yeah. I suck to the second degree."

"Cubed," Tenten corrected, and threw her hands up to the ceiling in exasperation. "It's just—ugh. UGH."

The pink haired girl tensed, her knife falling down to the cutting board with a clatter. "What's that supposed to mean?!" she hissed, and then picked up the knife again. It was best to have several pointy objects on hand when threatening Konoha's weapon-girl.

"I just—" Tenten gestured vaguely but violently for several seconds, apparently hoping she could pull her words from the air. "Just—how can you stand it?!"

"What," Sakura's green-polished fingers tightened warningly, "Being happy?"

"Exactly!" Tenten exploded, "Where's the excitement in that?!" her own hands suddenly dripping metal, the older girl stood her ground, "Happiness is so…blah."

"Blah?!" Sakura looked highly offended, "This isn't some sort of sitcom, Tenten!"

"No shit," Tenten replied sarcastically, but evidently wasn't satisfied, "You are entirely missing the point."

The apple rolled lazily towards the table edge, teetering there unsteadily. Tenten hissed, leaping around the kitchen in a state of high aggravation. Sakura, meanwhile, was trembling slightly. Most would take this as a dangerous sign and cower at the sight of such silent fury. Tenten was still too indignant over the prospect of a happy ending to notice.

"The point," Sakura's face was shielded by her long bangs, "Is that we're in love and about to have a very happy future."

Tenten was at her side instantly, fretting about her shoulders and face with anxious hands, "Oh, you poor thing—"

"This is not how the conversation is supposed to go!" Sakura screamed, "You're supposed to be happy for me! Congratulate me! Be envious of the shiny rock on my finger!" she shoved the digit under Tenten's nose for further inspection.

"Let me guess, it reminded him of you eyes," Tenten was staring at the emerald ring with a look of such blatant hostility, Sakura was surprised she hadn't hacked it off.

"So—so what if he did say that?!" She looked wounded, and truly angry now, "It's sweet!"

Tenten looked horrified, "God, I was being sarcastic—did he really?!" she and Sakura locked eyes, the electricity fairly buzzing between them. Sakura's mouth opened, and then shut. She coughed awkwardly, and stared at the ceiling with an expression of great concentration.

"…No…?"

Looking slightly shell shocked, Tenten turned away and moved robotically for the kitchen door. "I can't do this. Any more and my brain will melt."

"Hey!" Sakura protested angrily, ignoring how her freshly skinned fruit had fallen to the floor and was getting intimate with the dust bunnies. "I think that this is the best relationship of my life—"

Tenten paused in the doorway, and made one last, valiant effort at bonding, "Please, please tell me that the sex's great—"

Sakura's face resembled a tomato, "We're saving that for the wedding night!"

"Alskdjf." Tenten gurgled, and fled.