Title: How Long
By: Everlastingxwish
Summary: How long would it take until she got over him? NejiTen.
She knew she was supposed to have gotten over this a long time ago—ages, centuries, millenniums—but here she was again. She wasn't even supposed to be in this sacred place of dark secrets, and unspoken whispers (Neji's room, she silently told herself). Not supposed to. Never ever ever ever…
Saturdays, will never be, the same
It's even hard mentioning your name
Lookin' back I don't know what went wrong
But suddenly it's like I don't belong
She knew she was in denial. In denial that those fateful (not that word again) events had occurred, and her world had immediately crashed down around her afterwards, but she refused to believe them. She didn't want to, and dammit—she didn't need to! But deep down, she knew nothing would ever be the same. And she didn't even freakin' know what had went wrong.
So how long must I wait?
And how long must I stay?
Please let me know how to live.
'Cuz I don't ever wanna feel this way
Again.
They didn't even bother to tell her the details, and they'd just left her one small memoir, one scrap of memory to guard, of him. It hadn't even been his freakin' hitai-ite, not even half a shoe, or something. (She would have to report the carelessness of the Hunter-nin to the Hokage one day, she thought bitterly.)
No. They left her a scrap of cloth, and a piece of hair she couldn't even identify it as his or his comrade's. And information. (But never enough.)
Nothin' seems to matter anymore
Why can't it be just like it was before?
I hate you for the person I've become
Take me back to where it all begun
They'd died a quick, painless death, the ANBU had told her emotionlessly. It still wasn't clear how they'd died, they told her, but judging from the victims' facial expressions—and she'd stopped them there, her face turning a faint ashen gray, almost ready to slam her door (the one with all the scars that Neji had implanted from their 'indoor sparring') in their faces. They'd been killed on their C-Class mission, ironic for such accomplished Jounins, but in the end, it'd been an S-Class, something all three of them weren't prepared for.
And they were gone, just like that. (And she didn't even have time to bat an eyelid.)
So how long must I wait?
And how long must I stay?
Please let me know how to live.
'Cuz I don't ever wanna feel this way
Again.
Staring down at the now gray-tinted piece of cloth (she refused to wash it), Tenten's eyes flooded with shiny unshed tears. Burying her face into Neji's clothing, not caring how dirty and smelly it was, she sobbed (it all came out, tear after tear after tear).
It didn't matter if the Hyuuga heard her and kicked her out—she would take this last piece of Neji if her life depended on it. (She'd struggle and fight, just the way she'd done so with him.)
Let me know, how to live
Let me know
How long would it take until she got over him…?
So how long must I wait?
And how long must I stay?
Please let me know how to live.
'Cuz I don't ever wanna feel this way
Again.
(I love you.)
A/N; Hope you enjoyed it! I'm slaving away on little one-shots and not focusing on Ying Yang, and I'm TERRIBLY SORRY FOR THAT! Well…I guess it's time to sleep. yawns
Lotsa Love,
Everlastingxwish