Author's Notes: NejiTen drabble. A little odd, I know.
Red in the Morning
"What is it they say about the red moon?" the hawk asks, tilting it's head. The tiger answers.
"Lunar eclipse."
The hawk shifts; there's an impression of feathers fluttering. "I thought it had something to do with blood being spilt."
The tiger gazes upon the darkened battlefield dispassionately, unhindered by the murky illumination. "That, too." There has certainly been blood spilt. The rising red moon bathes everything in poison, wounds whatever it touches.
The hawk reaches up and pulls back her mask. She's tired. "Are we done here, Neji?"
The tiger nods, hidden by his painted face. "Let's go, Tenten."
His eyes are the only white for miles.
The End.