This ones kind of short. I had writers block like all day and finally got this posted at night. The next one will be longer I promise. Oh and p.s. i'm trying to be as historically accurate as possible so if somethings wrong mentioning it to me would be great. (:
Tenten's pov
The torturous ride was finally over, but my nightmare had just begun. They rode us into a small village. There was about twenty of their teepees set up in various places. The other men got off the horses, and carried Hinata down. They then threw her in front of what looked like a giant fire pit. It must have been the center of their little town thing. For whatever reason, I was still tied to the horse along with my oh so friendly rider. He was still frowning. On occasion he would glance back and glare at me. I would glared back.
The one wearing a large head dress looked in our direction. He was the one I was talking to earlier.
"Neji, I have a task for you." That must have been the boys name because a knew found respect had shown over Neji's face the minute the head dress man started to talk.
"Yes Nakota."
"Take that one down to the river. Give her this and tell her to wash herself."
The man, apparently Nakota, tossed Neji a garment. It was tan and plain, just like the other dresses the women were wearing.
"Why not the other one as well?" Yeah, why not Hinata? Am I dirty or something?
"Because this one is not bleeding so severely, nor are her clothes so tapered.
"Yes Nakota." Another man behind us gave the horse a smack and with that we were off again. The river wasn't as far as I suspected, thankfully. It did make me realize something though. Even if we had crossed the first river, we would have been stuck at this one anyway. I guess we really wouldn't have made it all the way to town.
We stopped so abruptly I gasped thinking the horse was going to fall over. Neji tossed me the clothing.
"Change and wash your cuts."
"But your here."
"Do as I say."
"No, your a boy and i'm a girl. You have to leave first."
"I cannot leave you. You will run away."
"Will not. Just go stand behind a tree or something."
"Do not give me orders."
"Fine, will you please leave me to change." He walked away mumbling. Even though I couldn't hear him, I had the feeling I didn't want to.
I took off my clothes and stepped into the river. The man was right. There were cuts and scrapes all over my body. Not to mention all the bites from insects I had from sleeping on the ground. I looked at my reflection in the water and saw that my face really was bleeding, a lot. I must have got them when I rode so fast through the woods. Nausea came over me. I was panicking. What would happen if I caught disease out here? They wouldn't take care of me. I would die and my family would never know. I was trying to stop thinking about it so that I could wash off, but I was fear stricken. The adrenaline rush stopped. Everything was setting in. I was alone, in the wilderness, with Indians. I felt weak, but I was still changing into my new clothes. I wouldn't pass out. I wouldn't pass out. Why are the trees so blurry? I….won't….
Neji's pov
The damned woman passed out. I was just standing behind the tree, just like she demanded, when I heard a thud. There she was, lying on the ground. To be honest I was hoping she was dead, but to my disappointment she was still breathing. So now here i am, carrying this monster back to my horse. How is it possible that she ways so much when she must not of eaten for days? The braids she kept her haired tied back in have fallen out. The scars are still visible on her face. On top of all that she just looks sickly. Why wouldn't Nakota let us kill them? I don't understand many things at this moment.
I'm trying to get her on the back of the horse but she keeps falling off! Why won't she awake and stop causing me all this trouble? At this point I have to place her in front of me so that I can support her weight while riding. She begins to slip farther and farther the closer we get, so i'm constantly stopping to prop her up. Her head is leaning into my chest and it's almost as if she's sleeping. Thank the ancestors that we arrived back.
One of older tribe women took her for me and brought her into a teepee. I was just relieved to have her separated from me. I never liked the whites and I never will
