theme: Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto
warning: Death
Just a little One Shot. Be warned, it's my first try to write in English. I'm sorry for it, but don't hesitate to show me my mistakes. I'm still learning.
„Tenten"
It was difficult to say what went forward in his head. Already as a child he knew how not to show his feelings, more than any other. But sometimes blind fury breaks out of him and left burnt earth. This time he remained quiet.
His hand glided through a puddle of blood. Slowly he turned the finger tips to his eyes. It was fresh and with a deep red. Even through the gloves of his Anbu uniform he could still feel the warmth.
His white eyes turned in her caves to measure the area. Everywhere stuck blood, hair, meat and skin scraps, here and there speared from weapons. His hand cramped to a fist. Only one minute earlier, if he would have been quicker only a little bit, then would have remained more of her, than that what lay now before him.
The leather of his uniform crunched when he rose from his crouching position. Briefly the sober look of his white eyes touched each of the persons next to him. Only at his cousin they paused longer. There were so many feelings in her face: Compassion, worry, understanding.
Neji quietly growled. What did she already know? Did she expect that he mourned, abondoned himself to his grief, cried and swears revenge? He was not able to do this.
Even now he needed not to look in himself to recognise that he felt, actually, nothing at all.
Silently he passed Hinata. Still after he had disappeared from his cousins sight long ago, Neji could feel her bitter glance in his back. It nauseated him. He didn't need and want her commiseration. It was all fate. There was no use crying over spilt milk. He was too slow and had now to pay for the consequences.
Hesitantly Neji elevated his fingers to his lips. Now the blood was cold, but it was still a part of her, the only evidence of her ended existence. And at the first and last time in his life he showed some tenderness and conceded his first, short kiss to the remains of Tenten.
Her blood tasted bittersweet.