Drabble 2: Blood
Something is amiss.
Her breathing is barely audible in the cold night air, her body very still as though frozen. She has been waiting at the rendezvous point since sunset, the meeting time has long passed. Still, she dare not move; the mission instructions shall be strictly followed.
She gave a start when a crunch of snow broke the silence. Someone is approaching.
Concealing in the darkness, poisoned needles poised, she anticipated the next footfall.
It did not come. Instead, a thud is heard, and on the ground lies the dark mass of a man; beaten, gaunt. Quickly recognizing who he is, she hastily ran to the person's side, searching for his face.
Mission success. He thrusted the coveted object, most sought after, to her hands. He smiled, peace settling on his handsome face, the accursed mark on his forehead slowly fading. She smiled back, and as soon as his eyes closed, let the first tears of many years fall.
The heavens cleared, revealing a white orb in full radiance. All over the forest floor is crimson snow, sparkling beautifully beneath the figure of the man Tenten loves most - Neji.