Trouble…trouble been doggin' my soul since the day I was born
Worry…worry just will not seem to leave my mind alone
Well I've been saved by a woman
She won't let me go
She won't let me go now
- Ray LaMontagne
Water
The Land of Rain had every climatic characteristic which Neji loathed. It was humid; mind bogglingly hot; muggy… and then there were the unbelievably tenacious enemies on top of that. It had been a very long time since he had been pushed to use his Byakugan to such an extent.
He was glad when Tenten said "Well, I suppose we're done here." as she tugged a bloody sword out of a corpse.
He was even happier now that they were outside of the country's borders, and the air was fast becoming cooler; calmer.
They sat around in a clearing, eating silently. It wasn't awkward; it had always been this way. Neji reached out to pick up his flask. As he neared it to his lips, he promptly dropped it; watching as the liquid inside splashed onto the dirt ground.
Now that was embarrassing.
"Tired?" Tenten giggled behind a hand. He ignored her and practically snatched it off the ground.
"Tch…and I just filled this up as well…" he mumbled to himself.
"Aw, Neji, you're such a pessimist." She teased.
"This thing is half empty."
"You make everything sound so bad."
"How would you put it then?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest
"Well, at least it's still half full." She replied thoughtfully.
He made another annoyed noise and stalked off towards the river.
A/N: I'm trying something a bit different here; short chapters for a short story (and possibly short waits for updates, too).