This is quite different to my usual style I think. Like a lot more depressing and I started using a bit of first person... kinda. But I had been wanting to try my hand at writing something more angsty and tragic for a while now just to see if I could actually do it. Lol thanks to the 3 or 4 nice people who reviewed, you all are awesome I do appreciate the encouragement.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto!

A whisper, a ghost, a memory

Hope is a waking dream

She woke.

Her dark brown eyes blinked slowly as she waited for her vision to focus.

Where am I? The faded cream of the ceiling looked familiar.

The hospital… how did I get here?

She turned her head to the side, it took a lot more effort than it should have. Lee was stationed in the chair next to her bed, still and sound asleep for once.

Where’s Neji? She wondered before drifting back into unconsciousness.

Thoughts and memories swirled inside of her. She struggled to make head or tail of it. She could remember the ring of metal on metal and the sharp metallic smell of blood clearly. It was so strong she could practically taste the blood on her tongue. She remembered a sharp pain going though her side and panicked white eyes hovering above her.

What happened to me?

Everything had gone dark. She had never felt so cold before in her life. Then all of a sudden, a light glow began to beckon to her until a blue light that somehow reminded her of Neji’s chakra surrounded her and took her back. The next thing she knew was that she was recovering in hospital.

I’m supposed to be dead, she realised.

Her eyes snapped open.

She remembered what happened now.

Tenten hesitantly raised her hand towards the raised scar of that fatal wound. It wasn’t a dream after all. This was wrong, she shouldn’t be here. It felt like the temperature in the room had suddenly dropped. Were her senses going crazy? She felt different… her chakra felt different.

What did you do, Neji?

She had never seen him so…desperate before. There had been a real terror in his eyes when he cradled her head in his lap before her world slowly faded to black. But he had refused to let her go, whispering her name and things she never thought she would hear him say.

Neji you idiot, you should have let me go.

Tears began to slowly trickle down her cheeks. She felt cold and numb. He had observed Grandma Chiyo’s technique too well.

A/N: I hope this wasn't too subtle but I figured I needed to start delving into character death and tragedy a bit more here and there...

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