I love this pairing but didn't know what to write...

past/flashback

present

warning: character death, ooc? and it maybe somewhat crappy.. you have been warned

disclaimer: i dont own Naruto


'Lee, take Tenten back! I'll hold them off!' Lee looked confused for a minute. Eyes darting from Neji to Tenten. Though both seemed to be almost out of chakra, the latter seemed worst off. A deep slash straight down her back had painted her pink shirt deep crimson with several kunai embedded on her thigh. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Gather the information they needed and leave. In and out is what they had planned. But what they hadn't counted on was that they were expected.

She reached into the urn and grabbed a handful of ashes before sprinkling them into the sea. She watched as the remains of him slipped through her slim fingers, the wind carrying them away from the life he fought so hard for. Maybe Fate really did hate him...she fought down the urge to just yell out. Ask the gods above why they had to be so cruel to him, to them. Years of fighting, bleeding, climbing up together, only to have all that taken away from them in one fleeting moment.

'Lee put me down! We have to go back and help Neji!' Her screaming fell on deaf ears though, as the Green Beast made no move to stop or show that he had heard her. His gaze fixated on the road ahead. It was until she started to struggle against him that he finally stopped running and gently put her down on her feet. 'I wont stop you anymore...he needs you.' Without another word, she dashed back to the direction they had come. She didn' t see the tears he cried, nor hear his proclaimations of youth, but she didn't care, all that was in her mind now was saving Neji.

Lee placed a hand on her shoulder, urging her to cry it out, that it would make her feel better. But she refused to cry, not with everyone standing before her, not when his words were still fresh in her mind. 'Crying is for the weak' he used to say, and she wasn't weak, isn't weak. For him, she will be strong because that's what he would have wanted. She reached her hand in once more and gathered the last of his ashes and watch them dance away. Free, that's what he wanted to be. He died a free man. no longer locked to the cage he was born in, and now, after death, he still is free. Free to do as he pleased, something he was deprived of as a child. Now, he isn't confined to anything, not a coffin nor a urn.

A lone tear slid down her muddy face leaving a wet trail in its wake, with the remaining strength he had in him, a hand reached up at brushed the tear away. He whispered something in her ear before his eyes flutterd shut and his hand dropped to the ground beside them.

'Thank you' were his last words because 'Goodbyes' are too hard to say and 'I love yous' just weren't meant for them.


bleh well..that was fun? haha ok so it wasn't that great...but i tried. review?