I know that I haven't posted in a longlonglong time. A lot of things happend to my family.

Helga4ever...I apologize. I told you that this chappie would have been out a week after the previous one. Sorry for telling information that is totally WRONG.

Disclaimer: Naruto not mine.

A dream

is all we have

that keeps us in

when we have

lost.

Tenten scowled at what she had just wrote. It hadn't been on purpose, but a few years ago on her ninth birthday, it started when Hiyake had given her a notebook to "understand the days". She hadn't meant to turn it into a place where she would involuntarily write down the nonsense poetry her mind liked to spout. It annoyed her to no end knowing the fact that this "Poetry Notebook" would often draw out all the emotions she had locked away. Strangely, it had become her little secret, something she needed to go on. Almost every night, something would be written down: emotions she had felt strongly and suppressed during the day. She flipped the pages until she found the first one she had ever written…the night of her tenth birthday.

Free, like a bird

floating past

in the sky

he speaks to me.

But

Tired voices

greet me well.

For I am here

to be kneeled.

At the ground.

She remembered. How she felt that day. Hiashi-sama had given her a kunai that was decorated with a few simple gems and had her name engraved on on the handle. She was content, something she didn't feel often. It was the exact kunai she had been wanting for months. But then, the elders came into the picture. They, in their raspy tones, had wished her a happy birthday in fake happiness. They had only gone through all that because they knew, that no matter how much Hiashi cared for her and looked out for her, she was at their mercy.

Sighing, she felt exhaustion come over her. Today had been a hard one with two different training sessions – one with Neji and the other with Hiyake – each seven hours in length. Weapons and chakra control, accuracy and destruction. Slowly, Tenten got off her bed and put away the notebook. She undid her tight ponytail, then sank back into her bed. Welcoming the drowsiness that hung over her like a spell, Tenten clumsily turned off the lamp on the small oak table by her bedside, closed her eyes, and slipped into a deep and dreamless sleep.

"I'm not training today."

Neji opened his eyes to see a extremely commanding Tenten. "Why?"

"I-," she swallowed nervously as she fidgeted, "it's a personal thing."

He went back meditating, "Very well." He could feel her relax and heard her silent sigh.

"Thank you." The thanks was given in a voice so quiet, it was like a whisper from the wind.

"It is not only you who is not training today." Neji grunted.

"Oh. Very well then, I'll disturb you no longer." With that, Tenten disappeared into the trees.

He didn't miss the fact that Tenten was much more quiet, fleeting, and well-mannered today. Nor the fact that she seemed relieved when he had told her he, too, wasn't training for the day. It was as if an enchantment had been cast upon her, ridding her of her loud and carefree personality. She seemed…closed, but proud. He shook his head and removed all thoughts of his teammate away as he stood up and brushed the dirt off his light brown shorts. Today was special…only one person deserved to be thought of today.

"Hizashi-sama, it's been six years since that day." Tenten knelt down and gently laid down vibrant pale blue-violet Forget-Me-Nots (hand-tied together by their stems) beside the shrine dedicated to Hyuuga Hizashi. "Do you like the flowers? I raised them myself this time. I thought it fitting. Has life been good in the other world? It's been really interesting here – pardon me, I did not mean to speak to you in such a casual manner."

"I had thought that I knew every single Hyuuga," she smiled warily, "but I was wrong. His name is Neji. It's most peculiar though. I have never seen him before, but stranger still, he did not know of my existence until I joined the graduating class. He looks a lot like Hiashi-sama. Training has been productive. Lee is truly the genius of hard work. I doubt that even I could top his determination and perseverance. Neji has been increasing his speed considerably. I believe it is due to the number of fangirls he has acquired. He is almost faster than me without weights now. His chakra control is quite memorable, I believe that if he wants to, he can master the –," Tenten cocked her head, "Hizashi-sama, it seems as if he is here. I must take my leave. Please take care."

With those words, she bowed and disappeared; leaving only a few leaves floating in the air to slowly descend and lightly rest on the ground as they gently touched the grass.

He looked, no, stared at the shrine. There they were again, the beautiful and brilliantly cultivated pale, but bold Forget-Me-Nots. Every time he came here, those flowers would be there, resting peacefully along with his father. The scenery he looked upon would always look perfect: the shrine standing so tall with overflowing honor and pride, the lively blossoms chanting their joy to be beside something so regal and true as their delicate petals were ruffled by the light breeze, the grass so green it looked as if it contained the whole universe, and the sky (ranging in colors from a pale blue to a stormy gray), sometimes dotted with clouds, knit everything together. Every one of the individual characteristics melded. They created a single form that embraced the entire meaning of being free.

Shaking his head once again, Neji made his way to the shrine and knelt down before it, "Father, I apologize for my tardiness. "

Dancing bombs

rewarding skies

little whispers

of dead

goodbyes

Tenten slumped back into her pillows as she reread the words that had poured from her pen.

Might as well surrender to it.

His eyes narrowed. He was sure he had heard a muffled scream in the manor, somewhere in the direction of his left hand. "Byakugan."

"No! Mummy, Daddy, don't fight! I promise I'll be good! I promise. I promise!"

Tenten woke up, sweat so cold it burned was dripping off her forehead and into the once stark white sheets that were now stained with blood. She gasped as she slowly raised her hand to feel her nose: there was something wet running down and when Tenten looked at it, a substance as dark as the deepest ocean depths and as bright as tenfold the sun's pure rays covered her fingers.

"No! No! No! I'm not ready for this yet! I'm not strong enough yet! He's still after me! All of the cursed, greedy bastards that proclaim themselves leaders are still here." Her eyes were like those of a guilty victim's: wide, popping out of their sockets, and had the hue of craziness of a mental person.

Tenten quickly did a messily done jutsu. She hoped it would block most of the sound and chakra she was going to let out.

"I refuse to be their god-forsaken fucking weapon!"

Neji hastily drew in a quick breath. There was a girl. Around his age actually. And she was emmiting such a large blast of chakra that was pure white and pure black at the same time. She was so familiar too. The hair. The shiny, silky hair. He nearly fainted from the realization.

Tenten, who are you really? And what are you doing here?

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~ starisice