Neji's pov

I wasn't quite sure why, but I enjoyed waking up to rain. Rain was beautiful. It fell to the ground like the beat of a drum. Rain always made things seem so much more peaceful then they really were. White women, angry settlers, these wagon trains: they were all just to rambunctious. These people thought we were the savage ones…yeah sure.

I arose out of my tent to greet the rain. We didn't get rain all that often, so it was always a pleasant surprise. Not too many were outside. I guess the others don't like rain as much as I do.

"Neji."

"Hm." I turned to see Nakota. He almost looked…troubled.

"Neji I need you to come with me. Fetch our horses and meet me by the river.

"Yes Nakota."

Riding in the rain wasn't exactly fun. With millions of water droplets hitting your face while you're riding at top speed, you were practically blind. Nakota signaled to me and rode left deeper into the woods. We've been riding for a long time. If I didn't have so much trust in Nakota I would have turned back to camp by now.

"Neji, leave your horse here." We both jumped of and slowly progressed through the thick overgrowth. Nakota grew very quiet. We crouched down lower as we walked.

"Nakota where are we-" He yanked me to the ground so fast I would've assumed someone was shooting at us.

Nakota gestured his hand for me to come closer. He pulled a bush to the side and pointed down a cliff. I squinted hard and saw a ton of people. Many were men, with a few women. They were all white. I was laying in the mud…for white men.

"Nakota, you brought me out here to see a ton of white men?"

"Neji, you have to understand something. Those men are here for a reason."

"They're probably hunting on our land again. Many of them squall down there Nakota, it doesn't appear that fighting would be the smarted option."

"You're not thinking Neji. You honestly think such a large group would come just for hunting. Think about the events that have occurred. Why do you really think those men are here."

I didn't understand. Nakota wasn't exactly making much sense. Our people had been on good terms with the settlers lately.

"Neji, you're obviously not understanding this, so sit back and think. Who is at our homes as we speak."

"Our families?"

"and?" I surprised i hadn't caught on earlier.

"The two white women."

"Yes. I believe I have brought harm to our tribe. The white women will not be forgotten by their people. Especially their families. They've sent out men to search for their daughters. Large groups of men that could cause much trouble.

"Nakota what are we going to do?"

"We will do NOTHING. Understand? Do not under any circumstances tell the others about the men searching for the girls. It will only cause tension and fear. If they come, we will make a trade; the women for land. You have to understand Neji. The white man must continue to fear us. They must under stand how easily we can take one of their own."

"Nakota, why would you trust me with all this?"

"Neji, I consider you my son. I only have one daughter, and if anyone is to inherit my place as chief I want it to be you."

Neji nodded calmly, and followed Nakota back to camp. His emotions, though calm on the outside, acted as a furious hurricane on the inside. If these insolent women brought harm to the tribe, he would make them pay.

Tenten's pov

It's raining. Woopie. It's not that I don't like the rain. Rain just makes me tired; that's all. It made me remember what it was like when my parents made me leave early to attend to the crops. Ever tried making a stubborn ox pull a plow in the rain? Yeah…not fun. The others girls in the town helped their mothers with things indoors; sewing, cooking, cleaning, and all that boring stuff. I didn't get off so easy seeing as I don't have any brother's and my father can't tend to an entire field alone.

It has been about three weeks since they brought us here. I've gotten closer with some of the natives, but I can't forget my family. I can't just forget my entire life before coming here. Surely i'll go home someday. But when is someday going to come?

I'm pretty sure it's September now. The leaves are changing and a cold chill greets my bones when wake up. Chaytan brings me my morning meals, but i've began to help the other women in preparing lunch and dinner. It makes me somewhat calmer. Hinata seems to be doing better as well. Many of the men in the tribe take fancy to her. It's not she'd acknowledge them though. There was a boy back in our town that she liked. I couldn't understand why. He was a hyperactive blonde and a notorious trouble maker with scares across his cheeks. He was always so loud. He and Hinata were complete opposites. I guess i'll never understand how the whole "love" thing works.

Just then I heard large hoofbeats riding back into the tribe. It was Nakota and that one kid with the long hair. I forget his name, but I remember him being a total jerk. Beauty was wasted on his face. Somebody much nicer could have his piercing blueish-gray eyes that match his perfect complexion and what the heck is wrong with me? He's not attractive. In fact, right now he's covered in mud and his clothes are sopping wet; and would it kill him to smile once in a while?

"Woman." Oh great, here he comes.

"Make yourself useful and wash the chiefs clothing."

"Why do I have to?"

"You don't have to. You're allowed to. Just like you're allowed to live here."

"Allowed to live here? You jerks captured me and brought me to this-"

"Neji! Come here. Tenten, could you please tend to my clothing."

"At least somebody knows how to be polite."

"You insolent little-!"

"Neji!"

"Yes, Nakota."

Tenten 1, Long hair 0. In your face Indian boy! I think Nakota's one of my favorite people here. He reminds me of my grandfather. For whatever reason, I feel the urge to make him proud. Maybe I should ask to hunting.

That is, if long hair "allows" it.