Because Neji was getting tired of Tenten's specialty, chicharong flower, he ordered the young lady to cook fried fish. On her first attempt however, she nearly lost all blood from her body when she accidentally stabbed her own hand instead of the Neji's soon-to-be fried fish.

Good thing the young lad arrived just in time, with over-flowing concern for his expensive tiles, and saved Tenten before she suffered fatal hemorrhage. More importantly, they finally had a meal which isn't chicharon.

Now let us take a look at the next colorful chapter of our telenovela which doesn't have the slightest significance to the practical everyday living lessons learned from your Home Economics teacher.

By the way, some scenes may be dangerous to your health. Keep out of reach of children. Parental guidance is advised. What you don't know won't hurt you as long as you don't know it hurts. Laugh moderately. And if symptoms persist, insult your doctor.

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Tenten has been living for some months now in the Hyuuga mansion. Even though it was hard on the part of the young lad, he had slowly accepted the fact that our heroine, little by little, was becoming a part of his life.

The kitchen was not a kitchen without the lass creating magic with her fish-based meals she dubbed as exotic dishes. His laundry was not the same without Tenten there, hanging up his clothes, his underwear arranged according to color. (Damn, now every guest who visits his mansion, even the entire neighborhood, knows he has four pairs of red briefs.)

In short, he had grown used to having a pain in the ass in his life. However, there wouldn't be a story without a conflict, right, kids? (That's your cue: do the tango, and pretend you're watching Blues Clues)

Anyway, here's the orchestrated plot twist for the young lass' story…

"Neji, you've got mail!" Tenten cheerfully delivered the envelope to the boy's hand. "Who ever thought someone would waste a stamp on you!"

Neji glared at her. "I would appreciate a little respect on your part, Tenten."

She grinned. "Why, Hyuuga Neji, you think I silently mock your noble name? Perish that thought!" Peering down, she looked at his letter. "But in fairness, at first I didn't want to believe the letter was yours until I saw your name on the envelope. Is that a love letter? A gift pack from your favorite men's magazine? Maybe they finally chose your True Confessions submission!"

"You're the one subscribed to that magazine, not me," muttered Neji.

"You're the one with something to confess, not me," said Tenten. "Besides, you also read it!

"What did you expect me to do? Every time you read it you always sit beside me!"

"Who told you to read along with me anyway?"

Hinata, who was standing behind Neji, peered at the handwriting on the letter. "Kuya Neji, it's from Father."