Okay, I really shouldn't be doing this story since I've still got a lot of things to update but hey...when plot bunnies attack. So yeah, I just had this really weird idea that wouldn't go away and hence I wrote this story. Oh if only my worldviews teacher could see me now! Well he'd probably be trying to kill me for mangling philosophy but still. So, this is another NejiTen, not like I ever write anything different in Naruto. Anyway, there is not much to say about it other than, I hope you enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Nartuo...or foosball.

Sometimes questions pop into your head for no reason. Sometimes they're questions about truth, morals, ethics, laws or life in general. Questions that make you sit down and think. Questions like 'How did we get here, where are we going and why are we here?'

But most of the time, these questions are more along of the lines of 'How can I believe that it's not butter!' and 'Where in the world are you Carmen Sandiego!' In other words, really stupid stuff.

"I wonder if there's foosball in heaven?" Well this was one of those really stupid times. Neji opened one eye and turned his head to look over at his brown haired teammate before throwing her a questioning glance. "What? I'm just wondering." She shrugged picking another kunai out of her pouch and throwing it at the target.

"Of course there is foosball is heaven Tenten!" Lee shouted from the area where he was pounding away on another training dummy. "It would simply be cruel not to have the youthful game there! Never fear!"

"Yeah, but what about people who don't think foosball is 'youthfu'l? I know Ino doesn't like it sooo…" she let the sentence trail off. Lee stopped, frowned, furrowed his eyebrows, shrugged and went back to whacking the crap out of the training dummy. "What do you think Neji?"

"Why are we talking about this again?" he asked after a long pause.

"Because I really love foosball and if I get to heaven and there is no foosball," Tenten started pulling out another set of Kunai with a grin "I'm gonna march right over to God and ask him why he doesn't have the most awesomest game in the entire universe," She finished with a smirk as the kunai hit the center of the various targets littered all over the field.

"Tenten, there's about seven things wrong with your…"

"Well excuse me mister 'I studied theology this summer so stop your futile attempts at understanding the universe mortal'" Tenten smiled. "Now answer the question! Is there foosball in heaven?" Neji allowed a small grin to show on his face for a split second before it vanished back into his expressionless demeanor.

"I don't know," Neji finished with a sigh as he continued to try and meditate.

"Pshh, well you're a big help," Tenten said rolling her eyes.

"Well I guess we'll never going to find out until you get there," Neji said "Just forget about it." Needless to say…Tenten didn't.

"Tenten? Could we please hurry this up? I do have a schedule to keep you know." a crisp British voice said as Tenten felt herself being jerked a bit on the shoulder as the man attempted to wake her up. The weapons mistress blinked a few times sleepily before realizing that there was someone else in her room. Man, she must have really been asleep. Usually, even a cat setting a foot in her room was enough to make her wake up. Quickly she bolted upright in her bed fully awake with a kunai ready in her hand.

"Okay! Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" she glared.

"My, my," the man chuckled. "You are quite a spunky one when you're awake aren't you?" Tenten looked at him. He was a very tall man with a large black suit, white gloves a large top hat and a long black walking cane. She raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you?" she asked again. The man just smiled before taking his hat off and extending his hand.

"I'm Bartholomew, your guardian angel." Tenten just looked at him like he was crazy.

"Righhhhttt," she said skeptically before shaking her head. This was obviously just some prank. Someone, Kiba she'd wager was probably using the transformation jutsu. "This is a joke right? Haha, very funny guys." She leaned forward and looked at him closely before blinking once in shock. She couldn't feel the man's presence at all. With him in plain sight and standing right in front of her she should be able to sense him. Chakra, body heat…something! It was like he didn't exist to her ninja senses. Quickly, she flicked the kunai at him. Bartholomew just stood there calmly as the kunai passed right through him before it vanished. "You've got to be kidding me." she muttered

"Angels never kid," Bartholomew said looking at her in amusement "Although we do enjoy a good chuckle now and then, especially over some of those old Gilligan's Island reruns." Tenten ignored his comments and raced to the window and looked out to see it was completely blank. Looking out she could see nothing but a white void for miles and miles. She spun around and looked at the supposed 'Angel'.

"No it's not genjutsu," he said as if reading her mind. She looked at the man again.

"Weird," she mumbled.

"Someone wrong?" he asked.

"No…it's just that I thought, you know, angels wore big white robes and had really long wings," she said using her hands to mimic wings.

"Yes, well," Bartholomew said clearing his throat "It can be a bit of an embarrassment to have you human double over in shock and have a heart attack when they first meet you."

"Okay," Tenten said composing herself. "So, you're...my guardian angel?" the angel just nodded and Tenten shrugged sitting back down on her bed and crossing her legs and staring at him curiously. "So, why are you here?" she asked.

"Well, we heard your question earlier today." He began.

"About foosball?" she asked leaning forward.

"Indeed. I was sent here to tell you that there are indeed foosball tables in heaven."

"Seriously?" Tenten asked leaping forward, all traces of her former suspicious nature disappearing. The angel just nodded. "I knew it!" Tenten shouted. "That's awesome!"

"Isn't it!" The angel replied with a smile "And we've got you scheduled for a game this Wednesday!"

"Awesome! Wait…what?"

"So, you're telling me that I'm going to die this Wednesday?"

"Well…technically you're going to die Tuesday at 11:59." The angel coughed adjusting his tie.

"So you just came down here to tell me that you have foosball in heaven and that I'm gonna die in 48 hours?" Tenten asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We just decided that you might like to know before you die." He shrugged.

"And how exactly do I die?" Tenten asked incredulously.

"I don't know," the angel sighed, "I'm a guardian and a messenger, I don't know the details." Tenten just crossed her arms and gave him a sharp look. "You know, most humans would be quite thrown by this news." He said.

"I'm not most humans," Tenten said rolling her eyes. "And what do you expect me to do? Fall down to me knees or beg you for a way to keep myself from dying?" Bartholomew just sighed and looked upwards.

"You see what I have to put up with Pete?" he shouted before shaking his head. He grinned and gave her a wink before clapping his hands. Slowly, his form fading.

"And where are you going?" Tenten asked watching him go.

"Back," was his only reply as he became more and more ghostlike until finally there was no trace that he'd ever been in the room. Suddenly, she heard a sound that resembled someone snapping their fingers except about a hundred times louder. Instantly, Tenten bolted up in bed wide eyed and breathing heavily.

She ran a hand through her hair and looked around the room. 'Just a dream,' she thought to herself. Suddenly, she spied an envelope on her dresser. Cautiously, she reached a hand over towards it. Slowly, she opened it and read the golden perfectly scrawled letters.

Remember, enjoy your last 48 hours on earth.

Sincerely, Bartholomew

"Crap"

There you have it. Not that good I know but thats what reviews are for right? :D To tell me what I can improve. I'd love to hear from you! So, until next time!