Here's a really short oneshot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

There really was no reason for her to surrender. The grass was dissolved and the air contained. Should she surrender – well, there were things more comfortable than death. For an instance, cutting off all of the enemy nins' heads and making it out alive with a missing limb or two was quite appealing. She knew that if she did surrender, her death would be quite certain.

She never liked death.

It was the worst. While civilians died naturally – save the twenty percent who died of heart attack, cancer, diabetes, or something of that sort – shinobi almost always died because of an unsuspected and excruciatingly painful attack. The cause was usually invariably either a shuriken a kunai, a trap, or a jutsu.

True, if she surrendered, her death would be completely anticipated; but crossing over to the other side was a concept too vast for her to comprehend. She still had so much to learn.

And her father still didn't get his divine judgment yet.

Yes, the Divine Judgment. Her father was the worst of those sorts. He was the sickening, scrawny, my-way-or-the-highway sort. He was a vicious tiger at home, but in public he was a cowardly rat, bowing to everyone's requests and opinions.

The clouds were a muted gray, she observed. They were beautiful, but horribly ugly at the same time. She wondered if that was what death was: an essence of belief where a terrible occurrence is looked upon as incomparably beautiful.

Children. Would she have them when she wanted them? For all she knew, her father would be selling her any day, regardless of her status as a ninja – a village warrior. She probably would be greatly abused before she came of age.

But still, she needed to live. Falling, succumbing to the darkness, well, she could do better.

There was so much she needed to improve on. She needed to learn how to be pretty, how to use makeup without poking her eyes out. And she needed to understand so much more. She needed to understand love, hate, neutrality, fate, distrust, destiny, and all the other things she was ignorant of.

She didn't have enough memories to carry over to the other side either.

And the Konoha 11 wouldn't be the Konoha 11 if she perished, she mused thoughtfully.

Not that anyone cared about her.

But she was only twelve, after all.

Tenten was much too young to die.

And that is why she charged, headfirst, into the hoards of enemy nin that surrounded her.

And that is why she killed every single one of them.

And came out alive.

Fully intact.

With only two scars as momentos.

Well, I suppose some (ok...most of you) are wondering why this story is also marked as "Humor."

Here's my explaination: I have a warped sense of humor.

So, what do you think?

Too depressing?

Thank you for Reading and please Review!

~starisice