I'm not sure where that came from, but i was in a poem mood. Started/ finished on june 15th, in about twenty minutes or less. (soul) Poor Tenten, i killed her. Why i'm not quite sure, but i did. Kind of Nejiten ish, but not really
Be better. Be faster. Be stronger. Those words echoed through Tenten's brain and she hated it.
They were there when she rested, there when she slept, there when she floated on the bleeding edge of death.
There when she laughed, there when she cried, there when she was having a battle inside. And she hated it.
Shinobi were taught to be better than they are, strive to be more powerful today than you were yesterday.
But what if you can't do better?
If you can already hit a target every time?
What if you train and get wetter and wetter, what if you just can't get better?
She drove herself to the bleeding edge, forced her body to sway.
Because to her, up on the ledge, there was no other way.
And as she trained, and pounded at her limits, she found and despaired that that was it, she was there.
She couldn't go any farther, this was it, she'd hit the floor.
Because Tenten of Konoha couldn't take it any more.
Her eyes went out, they shone no more, her heart came to a still. Her body swayed, her legs gave way, and she embraced the sky.
Her soul shot up, away from there, away into the sky.
Her spirit cried, her heart then split, because she learned to fly
It wasn't her, she thought right then,
That should have learned to soar
Neji, the Hyuga prodigy, deserved it so much more