The white sword

Last time I ended with a cliffie… I'm going to make this chappy full of emotion and romance… sometimes I don't know how I can describe this kind of stuff without puking on my laptop, but… apparently I'm a sensitive soul deep inside… Buahahahaha! Sure! No way, ppl, no way…

I don't own Naruto, and he doesn't own me. We're even! =)

Tenten's P.O.V:

The closest grave to me had a dark red color, like rust… or blood. My gut told me it was the last one. Slowly I read the words on it: 'Aruka Gin 12.03.1976- 14.02.2000 and her daughter Tenten Gin 09.03 1984- 14.02.2000'

So they thought I was dead. Dead. Burried in that graveyard with my mother. Mother. My mother. Aruka Gin. It was no doubt it was me- my birthday was the ninth of March. It was a coincidence too big to be real.

I collapse to the ground, feeling the weight I was carrying for some time now in my soul becoming ten times heavier. I just sat there, on my knees, in front of the gravestone of my mother and… me. I felt tears blurring my vision and I let them run down on my cheeks.

It just felt so unreal! I thought my whole family lived somewhere… happy and proud, making me feel like I was a part of something special… a powerful clan… But now I found my clan was a bloodthirsty one which never found peace, not even in death. Their souls are still fighting somewhere, and I could feel it. It was the same intense never-resting energy I felt coming from the sword. I threw it aside full of hatred towards it. If it wasn't for it, I'd have never found out the truth! I'd still have my soul untainted by… this.

I felt Neji's strong arms embrace me, and only then I realized he's been standing beside me the whole time. I leaned back like I always did when I wanted his support, and as always he gave it to me. He's been the one I needed everytime I was sad, and he was always there for me.

Without thinking, I turned my head slightly and met his gaze. His light eyes were showing complete understanding and support… and maybe love towards me. My emotions overwhelmed me and, doubling the amount of tears, I kissed him.

I felt him surprised at first, but then answering my kiss with the same passion. I broke the kiss and looked at the White Sword, just staying there and pulsing with that creepy light that once fascinated me. Now it only meant hatred and envy… lust for the sin…

Though I thought I could never walk again, I stumbled to the gravestone just in front of the great statue. The name was unreadable, but at the base there was a small hole. Without realizing what I was doing, I took the White Sword and stuck it there in the small hole. It fitted perfectly. The name became visible and the whole statue lightened up. I looked up amazed as all five chakra elements were battling on the cold stone for domination.

I turned my gaze down and shakily read the name 'The ancestor of all Gins rests here. Her name is the same as the name of the girl born and believed to be dead, the last member of the Gin clan.'

That was me. So my great-great grandmother was resting there, with my name on the grave. She was watching over me. I felt her somewhere near me, an ethereal substance only I could see, whispering to me: "Don't do our mistakes. Make a new clean name for our clan. You're our only hope of regaining peace in our eternal sleep. The realm of death has never been so bloody before we joined it. Make it peaceful again."

"I swear I will." I murmured, and felt her approval as she vanished away.

I turned around and left the sword there. I dragged my feet to the exit, and the moment I left the cemetery I felt relieved. Still the scar on my soul remained there.

Neji and I travelled back to Konoha, where no one realized we were missing except for Lee and Gai-sensei, who thought we were doing something youthful and hot. I wish… =)

They were dead. No more questions about what they were doing in that moment. No more questions why they never contacted me. They were dead. The cold reality.

Nothing more.

Dead and never resting.

Always fighting. Over power, just like the chakra elements did and still do on the cold sculpture of the White Sword.

The ultimate weapon for destruction. The ultimate weapon for killing my clan's integrity. The ultimate sin.

Not very happy with this ending, but I wanna get over with this. I already have an idea for the next fic, so I'm excited about making it so I wated to end this one. Plus, I had nothing more to narrate here.

So… review!