Title: Home

Theme Set: Upsilon #4-Home

Warnings: None

Notes: I apologise for not updating everyday as I promised. R.L caught up with me.


Tenten had always enjoyed coming up to the mountain's peak. The air was crisp with the scent of dawn. The breeze billowed from the ocean, almost intense enough to stagger a grown man but Tenten held fast. The view from there was breath taking, literally.

The sun was barely breaking over the horizon, up enough to shed light but not enough to soothe any chills. Tenten looked away from the engulfing sea to the other side where lonely, cowl sheathed figures walked sentinel over their fields, hoping to guard their crops from thieves. The fishermen crept from their homes, softly, so as to not wake their children.

Tenten turned her gaze homeward, to the desolate, lovely rolling hill, where her father worked in the smithy. If she closed her eyes, she felt could almost hear the clang of hammer against pliant metal.

Her breath caught. She closed her eyes against the pain and the only vestige of home she had.


Naruto belongs to my neighbour…If I lived in Japan, and next door to Kishimoto Masashi. Alas, my only neighbour is one that makes the most delicious thattai ever.

Thoughts?

Aurora