"Talk! Talk! Why won't you talk, dammit?!" Tenten's shout is swallowed by the seals on the walls, and she feels its loss keenly. She grimaces, and slams her fist into her captive's jaw. He moves with it.
Tenten leans over him, right into his face, and lets the smell of blood fuel her rage. She grips his shoulders tightly, nails digging into pale flash.
"Why are you here?" she hisses. "What could you possibly be doing here, in no-man's land?" He says nothing, and she spits into an empty eye socket, pleased when his face scrunches slightly: the first sign of emotion he's shown since they brought him here.
"Not so perfect are you, huh?" She gives a hoarse, bitter laugh. "It's all your fault, you know. All of this. You bastard!" She yanks her hands away, dragging her nails through his skin, and shoves his chair to the side. It gives a protesting creak before toppling over with a crash. Her captive twists slightly, his wrist bleeding where fractured bone had been shoved through.
It's not enough. Tenten lets out an angry sob, and kicks him hard in the ribs. She hears one crack, sees him curl in on himself, and she can't take it anymore.
"Where is he?!" she cries, dropping to sit on his upturned hip, threading her fingers through his hair and lifting his head. "Where is he? Where? Where? Tell me where he is!" She punctuates each question by slamming his head into the floor, already slick with his blood.
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When Neji comes back with dog tags and a torn flak-jacket, Tenten is sitting in front of a bloody mess that might once have been human.
He gives her the tags; they burn the vest.
They go home.