AN: Just a fic I thought up one day while bored in English Class. Shows you how morbid my mind is when pushed to the edge. O.o
WARNING: Character death and attempted Suicide. No pairings.
Neji wakes up every night screaming. He's had the same dream every night, constantly replaying over and over in his mind, torturing him with the memory of that last fight. Every night, the door slides open and Tenten rushes in. She's had to move into the Hyuuga Complex because she's the only one who can calm him down when he gets like this. She jumps onto his bed and pulls him into a hug, letting him scream into her shoulder as she gently strokes his hair.
Light streams into the dark room from the open door and Tenten knows Hinata, Hanabi, and Hiashi are all watching her. They're all worried for Neji. His screams have woken just about everyone.
But as Tenten cradles him in her arms, his screams turn into sobs and his clings desperately to her. They have had the same conversation every night.
"Lee's dead."
"I know."
"He's dead."
"I know."
"It's all my fault."
Yes, it's all your fault.
"No, it's not."
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
He then falls back asleep in her arms and she holds him a little longer before she lowers him back down onto the bed, like a mother with a frightened child. Then she turns to her own room and gets lost in her own memories. She falls asleep and dreams about Lee's death again and how Neji had pushed him into the barrage of Shuriken. Blood sprays all over her face as the boy falls to the ground. It had been sunny out, and the red rivers of blood had almost looked pretty as they watched their friend die and they screamed for him to wake up…
She knew Neji didn't mean to push Lee. He had been knocked over by one of the other ninjas and had pushed into Lee, but sometimes she couldn't help but-
Tenten wakes up every morning with her pillow wet. She pushes herself up and slowly goes to check on Neji, just as she's done everyday since Lee died.
He's not in his bed. Tenten didn't expect him to be. She looks around and slowly heads to the bathroom, where she knows he'll be, because they've been doing this dance for over a year now.
She opens the door and there he is, sitting on the floor with a bloody razor in his hand. Blood spatters on the floor and drips down his arms from the shallow cuts on his wrists. He looks up, his pale eyes blank. Tenten slowly takes the razor from his hand and helps Neji bandage his arms. Tears run mutely down the boy's face and Tenten doesn't speak, but pulls him into a hug again. The blood stains her pink pajamas and his white t-shirt as Neji cries into the girl's shoulder, just as if happened so long ago when they watched Lee's eyes close for the last time.
"It's all my fault," he whispers into her shoulder.
Yes it is.
"No it isn't."