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I carelessly said words I didn't mean

Even when you began crying, I didn't take them back

Because I thought that would make me strong

And you forgave me with a smile

The more time that passes, the more I drift away

And the thing you try to say to me

To save me, is 'I'm sorry'

Miss Understood

Memory

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Beep…beep…beep…

People ask why that noise is so familiar. Maybe it's because that simple sound plays throughout the course of every modern tragedy. Maybe it's because that simple sound brings so much sorrow, that it's hard to forget. For Tenten there is a different reason. She is a kunoichi. She gets injured. Her teammates get injured. But…never before did Tenten imagine that she herself would be the reason for that slow, impending noise to contaminate the once silent air.

Tenten sat next to Neji's bedside, staring at the young, sleeping man. His silky brown hair pooled around his head, bold in contrast to the stark white sheets. The kunoichi looked cool, calm, and collected, and even the trained eye would have to strain to see her true feelings. Anger, confusion, turmoil, despair…all of these emotions raged deep in Tenten's heart, shielded by the impeccable mask the girl had worn since childhood.

And slowly, slowly, sleep overtook her body.

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"Um…excuse me?" Go away. I'm still sleepy, dammit! "Miss?" Wait; had I hear right? I shot up off of Neji's hospital bed, where my head had fallen when I obviously fell asleep. Wide, puzzled eyes stared at me as I smiled gleefully.

"Neji, thank goodness you're awake!" I yelled, throwing my arms around his neck and shaking him too and fro. Finally, after three days in bed he decided to wake up! Jeeze, I'd wring his neck later at practice; whether he was up to it, or not.

"Um…Miss?" Okay. Something's wrong. Did Neji just call me 'Miss'?! I took him by his shoulders and scrutinized him, deducing if there was any physical damage to Neji's body that I had somehow not noticed. Yup, that was me, not realizing that Neji calling me 'Miss' would have to have something to do with his brain, not his body. Yup. "Excuse me, do I know you?"

I turned away and tapped my chin thoughtfully. There's a name for something like this. I know it! Uh…amnesty? No…eminence? No, that starts with an 'E'…Jeeze, what's wrong with me today?! I definitely shouldn't have stayed at Neji's bedside for three days straight with no sleep. Or maybe I'm just too excited that Neji's a…

"AMNESIA!" I yelled triumphantly. "Holy shit, amnesia? Sakura-san! Where the hell are you?!" I called into the hallway.

"Coming!" the diminutive ditzy devil responded, walking leisurely towards Neji's room. A vein pulsed on my forehead. My eyebrow twitched. I sweat-dropped.

"Well hurry up, dammit! Neji's got amnesia-or-whatever-the-hell-it's-called!" At this, Sakura's eyes widened and she ran past me. Before I knew it (I was busy spinning in circles from the whirlwind she created), that little monster was feeling Neji up – I mean, examining him. His head, actually.

After the 'doctor's' examination, I was quick to inform Sakura that I, not anyone else, but I, would be taking care of Neji, as I was the one to cause his little 'accident'. Yup, that's right, folks. That's how I came to be taking care of a brain-dead-once-before-prodigy-who-looks-like-he-could-be-on-the-front-page-of-a-male-modeling-catalog who just happens to be my teammate. Good thing his amnesia won't last too long. I hope.

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"Okay, Neji, this is where I live," I told him cheerfully, helping Neji carry his box of stuff. He stared at my small, yellow house with discontent, frowning boredly. "Not to your liking? Deal with it; this is where you're going to be living, too, for the next…oh, however long it takes you to remember who you are."

"Hn…" That vein on my head seems to be pulsing again! Are, are!

This is a big problem.

The last time I lost my temper, I ended up throwing a clock at Neji, thus leading him to train with Hinata, thus leading him to fly through the sky, thus leading him to land on the anvil that I had conveniently placed in the middle of the street. Remember?

"Neji, just…just make yourself at home, okay?" I muttered to him, clenching my teeth as I unlocked the door.

Glaring at me, he walked in saying, "I would appreciate it if you didn't address me so informally. It's Neji-san." I just stood there at the door, gaping at Neji's back. Ouch. That hurt. Finally deciding to follow my teammate, I found him scrutinizing my house with his arms crossed and his nose slightly wrinkled. I ground my teeth and clenched my fist.

"Your bedroom is this way, Neji…um…san," I told Neji politely, showing him up the stairs to the bedroom right next to mine. He grabbed his stuff from me, and slammed the door behind him. I retired to my own room, falling back onto my bed. Tears began to sting my eyes.

Maybe…maybe this wasn't such a good idea.