This will be a series of stories that will be dealing with Tenten's disappearance. there will be romance and angst and much more, don't be fooled by the beginning. Not everything is as it seems . I didn't write this story thinking of a specific pair in mind. There will be NejixTen and LeexTen. I am writing just for the heck of it, this is by no means a graceful peace of literature so if you don't like it then don't read its that simple.

I do not own the characters.

Tenten…Just tenten.

"why me?" tenten questioned herself, she was all alone now. Everything seemed to be working perfectly for everyone , everyone except her. Lee had married Sakura, the love of his life, and Neji had married Hinata. Somehow Neji had fallen in love with Hinata, and Hinata, well she gave up on clueless Naruto. Neji's wedding had been the most painful thing Tenten to had to endure. She was in love with Neji. But Neji being Neji never noticed or maybe it was her pride that never allowed her to show her true emotions. Regardless of the reason, Tenten was now alone. She remember she had to bit her lip every time she saw Neji smile at his wedding. She thought she was going to die when Neji said "i do". She could have said something but she didn't .Tenten didn't have the courage to tell Neji her feelings. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway because she knew Neji only saw her as a teammate. He probably didn't consider her a friend. She remembered she did her best to keep herself from crying at Neji's wedding and for that she was grateful.

Tenten was a broken woman now. A lovesick woman, a woman that was never loved and would probably never be loved. Tenten looked at herself in the mirror and realized she was very ordinary , she was nothing like the boy crazy Sakura or the annoyingly shy Hinata, heck she wasn't girly at all. It was probably her lack of femininity that was now making her so miserable. Tenten figured she wasn't meant to be loved. Ouch, that really hurt her heart. Tenten wanted to be loved, she wanted someone who would kiss her, hug her, and listen to her. Tenten felt a hot tear drop from her face. She was alone, there wasn't a single person out there to color her world or at least comfort her. Not lee or Neji.

"why me" Tenten questioned herself once more. Her life so far had been very unromantic. Her life was dull and boring. Ever since she came to Konoha her encouragement had been to protect the village and become stronger, that was the fighting fire she held so deeply in her heart. Now, she no longer had that fire. Tenten no long desire to stay.

Tenten's sadness however, didn't end with the lack of love in her life. Tenten had gotten a letter from her birth Country asking her to go back home. The country she had left when she was young was calling her back. The country that never gave her anything not even warmth, now wanted her back. Tenten cried because not even her country gave a dame about her, the only reason they wanted her back was to fight a war. A war that they were doomed to lose.

Tenten looked at the ceiling with her watery eyes.

"to hell" she utter. She was going back home; back to the country she had been born in. Tenten was going to go home to die. She didn't want to deal with the pain anymore . She was going back home like a loser. A woman who never accomplished anything she wanted. More tears rolled down her face.

"im going back home just like I came, empty handed" tenten uttered.

Tenten took out some paper from her desk and began to scribal a note for her team. It was a good bye note. Tenten smiled sadly when she thought about Neji and Lee.

Even thought they were now jounins, they still trained together. Gai was grateful for this, but Tenten was ashamed of this, because while they were jounins, she was a mere chuunin. There was nothing for her here, in this little village. Tenten was only going to leave ghostly memories of herself. Memories people would soon forget. She was sure that after a while nobody would even remember her name. After all Tenten was the girl in background. She was Tenten, just tenten. She lifted her pen, she was done writing now, it was time to go.