She was content in his silence, as long as he was agreeing with her. This would be their fate it seemed, at least for the remainder of the walk. She didn’t mind, it gave her a chance to think about everything.
As she fell into step with him and calmed her own racing heart, she realised how this arrangement was working out in her favour, more than anything. Lately, she had been so empty. It’s what to be expected after losing her nearest and dearest friend. Actually, it had been a year or so since he first died, but Tenten found it hard to get over. For the last seven years, that was the one person that was closer to her than anything.
Suddenly, he was snatched from her.
She understood loss. For as long as she could remember, her mother was absent from her life. According to her father, a sickly blacksmith, she had left for a mission one day and never returned. It was the life of an ANBU, he explained, a life that could end unpredictably.
As for her father….he died when she was about eight. Even as a young girl, she understood what other children her age often did not. He was always so ill. There were some diseases, he explained, that just could not be cured, not even by the great Tsunade-sama. Tenten had understood, then. He died the very next day.
Now, thanks to that very same Tsunade-sama, she would not be alone anymore. So, Sasuke might not have been the ideal person to spend time with at first but…throughout this day, he proved that he could be a good living companion.
She wondered, though, about herself. Would she be a good housemate? After all, she’s been living alone for eleven years now—with the exception of when Temari stayed during her trips to Konoha or when Naruto found his house to be too silent.
How would it be like, to live with someone after so long? Especially someone as used to solitude as herself?
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