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Truth
No one really knows Tenten all that well. Her teammates have never set foot in her house, nor have they met her family. In fact, her family had never been mentioned. Or lack of one. It was something that just wasn't done. Because of this, the team functioned in a broken sort of way, despite Lee and Gai.
Tenten's infactuation with Neji had started as a joke, just to see his reaction. Over time, she started to realise that yes, she loved this Hyuuga boy, with his stony attitude and pale piercing eyes. Maybe it was the way his silk voice whispered out her name, letting the syllables fall like honey onto warm bread.
She couldn't forgive him. Not anymore. She put up with his indifference long enough. This was too much. Neji let his eyes drift over to Tenten, who was sticken as she watched Neji donned in splenderous clothes, as pale and beautiful as ever. He lifted the girl's veil and barely brushed over her lips, expression never changing.
Tenten ran away. She dashed straight home, not stopping to care about the stares she was receiving, or the curious comments shot her way. She made it to her apartment, and slumped onto the couch. With trembling fingers, Tenten gently reached for the wooden box she kept under the loose floorboard. It came out, bringing dust floating everywhere. She opened the lid, and stared at the gorgeous weapons inside.
They shone with iridescant light, sparkling. She brushed over it, remembering. Remembering how it had been covered in not yet cooled blood...remembering how it stuck through her parent's body...remembering the ninja's face as he grinned in victory. She pulled out the senbon of Mamoru, the man who had burned down her house. There were others in the box too, and Tenten couldn't help but sniffle.
From her pouch, Tenten reached for the last present Neji had ever given her. He hadn't meant a thing when he handed it to her, simply saying, "Yours is broken. I don't need this."
The Hyuuga symbol was prominent, giving off a look of regality. It may have been a simple weapon, but was definitely more expensive that anything Tenten had ever bought. And more so than anything she ever received as well.
Stroking the hilt, Tenten prepared her cloth and started wiping it, her tears mixing in with the fresh smell of metal. She rubbed harder and harder, until it too shone. Satisfied, the weapons master added it to her collection.
Hyuuga Neji was going to pay. Oh yes, he was going to pay for breaking her heart.
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My line button isn't working...
This story revolves around the idea that Tenten keeps track of everyone she wants to get revenge on. By keeping a souvenir, she constantly reminds herself of all she needs to kill.
Neji was simply agreeing to an arranged marriage. He was personally very neutral, or at least kept all his feelings in check for fear of further jeorpardizing the relationship of the branch and main. But Tenten didn't realize that...
Okay, life now less chaotic. I'm back home with a good computer, so expect more frequent updates.
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Achillea