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Pantone series
White Linen: #f7efe8
Tenten opened her eyes to a blinding white room. Unable to handle the sheer brightness of the room, she groaned and rolled over, squeezing her eyes shut. She smothered her face into the soft white pillow beneath her head and breathed in the deep masculine scent.
It had been a few weeks since the end of the 4th shinobi war. The shinobi alliance won. Sasuke returned to Konoha. The five great nations agreed to remain in the shinobi alliance and that the future leader would be Naruto when he was mature enough. However, through all this great news, there was still the harsh reality to be faced. Hundreds, no, thousands of shinobi laid their lives on the line to fight for the same cause. Once the war was over, people finally settled down to count their losses and the numbers were startling. People left and right were busy with funeral preparations. There was not a single shinobi on the street that wore anything but white.
Tenten was put in the long-ranged fleet and was separated from Neji, who was a close-ranged fighter, so she was nowhere near Neji when he took the hit for Hinata and Naruto. The battlefield was chaotic and she did not hear about his death until the war was over. She hated herself then. She hated herself for not being there when he needed her most, for choosing her expertise in weaponry. It had been useful on past missions. She and Neji made a great team, with Neji taking people out on the ground while Tenten hid in the shadows, covering his blind spot. But at the moment that mattered most, in the 4th shinobi war, she was not there to watch his back. If she had been there by his side, she would have been able to react and deflect the giant splinters from piercing his body. If only. Since then, she redecorated her small apartment so that everything was white, just like his eyes that she often found herself lost in. From the walls to the refrigerator, everything was white with a hint of lilac.
The white linen sheets hugged her body with warmth, just like his embrace. She used the same incense he did, and so the sheets and pillows all smelled like him. It felt like he was in the same room as her. But he wasn't. Soon, two wet spots appeared on the pillow and grew larger and larger. The sheen curtains billowed in the soft breeze that wafted in from her slightly open window. His masculine scent was mixed with the light spring air and blew through her hair down to her toes, as if caressing her, comforting her. Everything's going to be alright. She hugged the sheets tighter.
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