A/N: This is my first time posting anything to Naruto, and any comments/critiques are appreciated. The drabble below is centered around Tenten and takes place during the Third Hokage's funeral. Thanks to Yugao for being the best beta anyone could ask for!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
She stands in the middle of the road, a distance away from the others. They are gathered in lines, their forehead protectors glinting dully beneath the heavy clouds. Some have their heads bowed, others stare straight ahead. They all wear one color.
Black. Some days, it is a beautiful color, graceful and proud. Today, it is the color of sorrow.
If she tries, she can pick out the teams. They stand close to each other, as if trying to draw comfort out of one another's presence. They hold roses in their hands.
Flowers could be a symbol of love, and beauty. This time the roses are white, and they are a sign of respect, in the memory of those who have died.
There is a footstep behind her. She glances over her shoulder, but it is only Neji. He turns his pale gaze on her. Behind him is Lee, who wears a serious expression. They pause for a moment, the three of them together, none of them saying a word.
The silence is a heavy weight, like a veil that cannot be lifted. It tastes of grief, bitter and unrelenting.
Her teammates move forward, leaving her alone. She stays where she is, watching the other ninjas. Faces are drawn, but eyes are dry.
These are the shinobi of the Leaf. They fight for their village and find strength in each other. Even now – especially now – they are strong.
After a moment, she steps forward to take her place alongside the others.