Disclaimer: I do not own a single character in this anime. Not a single one...*sobs*
It was cool and damp out when she set foot onto the familiar training grounds. The fields were covered in thin sheets of frost, tips of the grass glittering under the glow of the hazy moon. Her feet, stripped of their sandals, tingled with from the feeling of wet-coldness and she couldn't help but to release a contented sigh and grin softly. She scanned the fields, large brown eyes taking in each sense of serenity, every detail of the night. These small things calmed her and she watched partially in awe as her breath frosted out before her face, forming miniature puffs of smoke. The area was desolate, save for three battered targets hanging broken and dirty on the bark of several trees with herself standing in the center of it all.
Voices echoed and rang out in her mind, calling her weak, frail, hopeless beyond doubt. The faint whisperings sounded close to her ears, sometimes ebbing to a farther distance. And she listened to them all. Drank in every word with greedy self-doubt - even as she toyed with the tip of a kunai.
She would end it. After all this time, she would finally put an end to the voices. Silence them and make sure they never returned to haunt her dreamless sleep! Her tan fingers slid down the blade once, twice, and started to a third time before stopping and firmly grasping the hilt. No more would she be her teammates' burden! No more would she be brutally humiliated! She would not be called helpless! A failure! A nobody with no surname! She would not suffer…
The girl lifted her eyes to the sky, gazing at the moon. Shining brightly down upon her with a mocking glow, as if daring her to carry on. To plunge the blade into her body and watch as she crumpled lifelessly to the soft-trodden earth, surrounded in her own pool of blood.
Very well.
She would do as expected. No one would miss her, she was certain of that. A bitter chuckle escaped from long-chapped lips and she positioned the kunai's tip for her neck. Even her teammates would forget her a day after the funeral - if she even had one that is. Another short laugh, slightly filled with madness; her fingers trembled under the light.
Now!
Forcing herself to stop shaking- slowly closing her eyes and shivering in the dark. Might as well get used to it… the darkness would cover her for the longest time. She calmly took in several breaths to slow her erratic pulse and tightened her grasp on the weapon; both hands holding the hilt.
A small smile spread on her face.
She drew back, fully prepared to face death with open arms and a grin.
Because it was in death that she would be truly accepted. The nobody with no name would be recognized, her image would never be lost among the hundreds of thousands. She would be remembered and called again, over and over and over.
With a driving force, Tenten swung the kunai forward.
Finally…happiness.
A/N: Well as much as I love Tenten, I thought it'd be nice to show what could happen if the lack of attention and losses actually got to her!
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