A/N: This will be a collection of oneshot/drabbly song fics surrounding Neji and Tenten.
First up; Some Nights by FUN.
Tenten shot back another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid slid down her throat, momentarily numbing that ache inside her heart.
She was having one of those days again, ever since Sakura ran into her shop announcing the good news. Yes, the news was good she supposed, but all it did was stab her through the heart and implant a pair of lavender eyes in her mind.
Every now and again she would allow herself to see his ghost again, every now and again she would allow herself to be consumed by her sorrow.
Tonight was one of those nights. She would allow herself to be overcome by her grief, and then she would wash it all away with a bottle of whiskey.
It was not fair, but then again this was life, and life was not fair. God knows how many years it has been, six? Eight? She had lost count. Ten years, four months, twenty seven days, and twelve hours. Well, no, she could never forget the day her heart was ripped from her chest.
She sighed. Other people had experienced loss too, she thought to herself. Surely others have experience pain worse than hers. Take Shikamaru for example, he had to witness the death of his sensei all over again, not to mention have his father taken away from him right before his eyes too. But he still had Temari. She heard her hollow heart say.
"No." She exclaimed out loud, slamming the glass onto the table. This was about all the self pity she could take for one night. She was Tenten, and Tenten overcame. Snapping the white band around her wrist she fought back her tears and rose to leave.
Tonight she would just cash in her bad luck and go home alone. Tonight she would not need some martyr in her bed. Tonight she would sleep with her ghosts again.
The morning did not bring her much relief as his ghost still lingered, and she still questioned her life. What did she stand for? Why could she not move on? Who the heck wants to live with ghosts and die alone?
With a heavy heart she cast her sorrows aside and put on a happy face. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, so she would play her part.
As she stood in the corner of the room she could almost feel her grief overwhelm her. All her friends were there. All her friends with their happy lives and happy families. All her friends with their better halves.
Well this is it guys, she thought. Five minutes was all she could do. They could never understand her pain. Ten years she lived with this devestating heartache. Ten years she lived watching them blossom, get married and have children. Ten years she lived with the ghosts in her closet.
"Tenten, come here." She heard Hinata's small voice say.
It was enough to draw her from her self imposed pity party. She slowly crossed the room and stood by the bed.
The next thing she knew a small tiny bundle was being pushed into her arms. "Say hello to your Aunt Tenten, Himawari." She heard his cousin say with knowing eyes.
Tenten felt her heart swell as she looked down at the tiny baby, just born the day before. As if she was responding to her mother's command, the little baby's eyes fluttered open and bore into Tenten's.
She felt her breath hitch in her throat as those beautiful lavender eyes stared into her. Here she was haunted by a pair of identical eyes. As she gazed down into those tiny eyes, the most amazing thing happened. All those years of pain and emptiness were filled instantly by those eyes, those shining eyes that she could have sworn were his.