Hi! This is my first time making a fanfic for Naruto. I've been a big Naruto geek since I was a little kid and I so wanted to make one from the start. I'm a big fan of Nejiten since I saw them in the first season and so I decide that they need some justice. Even though Kishimoto didn't think the same way.

Disclaimer: I dont own Naruto. I believe that's Kishimoto you're looking for."

Ten years prior...

The brownhaired girl sighs as she stared at the place she had once called home.

After the grueling fight with the Ten Tailed Monster, Madara had been rendered weak and had been easily beaten by Naruto and the rest of the Allied Forces. It had been nearing two days since the victory and everyone was scrambling back to the village, reuniting with their loved ones and picking up where they have left from before the war.

This woman though had nothing else they had. Her parents, died on the mission, thus having her no loved ones to turn to or 'pick up where they left behind' too. Her love had died in battle, though it was not in vain, she still couldn't bring herself on remembering. It was too painful. Too unbearable in fact that she couldn't even shed tears she wanted to. Seeing him fall unto his chosen path of death was something she hadn't anticipated.

Alas, the war is over and she was left, alone. Not even her team mates in sight. True she had had grown fond of the teams she had worked with, though the kunoichi wouldn't dare go and find them now. Seeing the people like that, happy and celebrating were too much for her to handle. She didn't let hatred run through her, not even allowing of the thought of it consuming her. She knew it would just probably turn her into one of those avenger types like Uchiha, though he did come to his senses and joined their side when they needed him the most, and being hateful did contradict her usual cheerful demeanor.

But she wasn't the usual cheerful girl anymore. She had gone through so much now that she had nothing else left in her. Well, almost nothing, she thought as she ran a hand at her arms, trying to calm down the goose bumps she had as she ran.

She was going to leave the village. She had decided and no one can change her mind. It flitted back to the memories of the past, where both of her teammates had gone to retrieve Sasuke who had ran away then, would they do the same of the kunoichi?

Surely they would. If Neji was there, he'd never let her leave, much less get out of his all seeing sight, literally. Lee on the other hand would also try to stop her, probably to convince her to stay saying that 'our youth should be spent together in the springtime!' or something like that. But she wasn't going to let her spandex clad teammate know her plans, and Neji was… well, he was gone and nothing she could do anymore about that.

I 'm glad the war is over now though, She thinks as she stops at the wide river , a few good distance away from the village gates. No one had noticed her pass through, maybe it was due to the fact that they were busy rebuilding the village that she was nothing more of a passerby than anything else.

She contemplates first before looking back once at the village. She couldn't think. She didn't want to. She just wanted to run. To forget everything. Deep down, she knew she couldn't. There was no way to deny it. But she had to at least try. And leaving the village itself would be a good way to start.

She hadn't brought any possession with her, only the ones she had with her. Bringing anything with her wouldn't help her with what she wanted to do anyways. She sighs then notices she was still in her war attire. She unzips the flak jacket she was wearing and then unties her forehead protector staring at it for the moment as the kanji of 忍 glinted off on the sunlight.

"Shinobi" She reads, a ghost of a smile flitted across her features. Indeed it was a really good life as a ninja, and she had been a really good one at that, but now, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't anymore. It wasn't like one is forcing her to be, no, but it was too painful. And as Shikamaru would say: Troublesome.

She let it drop with a faint tick as the metal hit the ground. She takes two remaining scrolls in her pocket as she unzipped her jacket, revealing a mesh armor inside. Staring at her beloved scrolls, she smirked and then bit her thumb, relishing the blood and then traced it over the exposed seals. When she was done, she threw them up in the air, and then with the slightest of hand signs, weapons unraveled from the scrolls, raining down upon below them while gravity took over.

She smiles as a few hundred senbons and kunais unfurled from their seals. She jumps out of the way, simply reveling at her beloved weapons. She had no intention of killing herself, especially in her condition, no. She simply wanted to see her weapons for the last time before she leaves.

It had slipped her mind though, because a few senbons managed get to her right arm and a kunai had grazed left, leaving a good three-inch open wound. Blood fell in droplets down to the ground, having the woman clutch her left arm in surprise. A smile again graced her lips as she remembered her teammates tell her that her weapons always hit her mark. They did not miss. Ever. It seemed to be a funny remark now that she had unknowingly targeted herself.

Pressing on the wound and applying pressure, she looked at the ground, her weapons laying scattered around and her two last scrolls laying discarded among them. She released her grip and pulled out three senbons from her right arm and then threw them away. She reached into her kunai pouch, pulling out a stack of explosive tags. And then scattered it around, taking in the sound of the paper rustling across the wind. She didn't need it now anyways.

The woman walks, unknowingly letting her left arm ooze drops of blood on the ground, away from her things. She'd miss them but she needed to leave them behind. As well as herself so she ran a hand across her hair and pulled out the ribbons on one chignon, and then the other, letting her brown hair fall down loosely within her shoulders. Discarding them, she looked back one last time, then ahead towards the woods, looking through the water. With a handsign and a mutter, the explosive tags went with a boom with a few second intervals with each other, which would alert the village later on, but she would be miles away then. She smiles before pumping more chakra into her feet and ran ahead.

She always did like explosions. And she was happy she cause it one last time before leaving her so-called home.

Oh em. geeee. HAHAHAH. I dont know if you guys just got to where I wanted to go. :)) HAHAHA. It's true. Tenten left. Sorry. I told you this was NejiTen but it's for the story. :) I hope you liked it.