How did Tenten get herself into this situation? Wiping the blood from her rusty blade, pulling up her black hood, she sighed. Being the Grim Reaper wasn't as fun as she thought it would be. Pulling out her faded and torn list, she read the name of her next victim. Tenten held the scythe to the young girls' neck, her face showing complete and utter terror. The young girls victim glanced up with tear filled eyes, pleading her not to take her. Tenten was struck in the most important place, her heart. Being a ninja, she was trained to kill, take another soul without emotion. She was never good at it. There would always be a pang of despair at the back of her sewn heart. Tenten's lip trembled as her chocolate brown eyes filled with tears of pity, tears of remembrance.
"Please! I'll do anything!" Tenten pleaded, "Just please! I don't want it to end this way!"
Silence erupted from the cloaked man as he lowered his scythe down to his side.
"Tenten,"
The sound of his voice made Tenten want to shriek. It was stagnant and as dismal as his appearance.
"To live, you must leave this world, and become, Death." Before Tenten could speak, the cloaked figure swept his blade across her folded arms, her blood spilling around her, cascading her petite figure. She re-opened her once closed eyes. She didn't feel anything.
"What are you talking about!" She yelled into the darkness. But it was to late, he was gone.
Tenten shut her eyes driving the blade into the girls chest. A young girl, as young and maybe younger, was just taken into the realm of the dead, and it was all her fault. She had never felt so low in her life. How many souls had she taken? Who was next? Why did this happen to her. All these questions rang through Tenten's jumbled mind. Pulling up the list, she read the next name, her face one of pure terror. There on the list, the name read clearly;
Neji Hyuuga