NejiTen Oneshots And Drabbles

Dear Dad

Korea December 30th 1950

The 2573rd M.A.S.H Unit

Tenten and Temari's living quarters aka 'The Swamp'

A young woman groaned to herself as she fell backwards and crashed onto a standard issue pile of wood and cloth that some moron in the military had decided to call a cot and deem fit for medical use. She pushed her body back up against the headboard and attempted to find a comfortable position in the cold and slightly damp blankets. Failing that, she rubbed her hands together repeatedly to try and find some heat before picking up a plain army green pad of paper and a pencil. Pressing the rubber tip up to her mouth for a brief second in silent contemplation, she began to write.

"Dear Dad

The charge is over, finally after almost three straight days of sowing bodies back up and meatball surgery. 70 whole hours. I'm thinking about putting in a formal complaint to General McArthur, the war is starting to interfere with my leisure time. Either that or running through the mess hall naked to try and get a section 8 psycho discharge.

I know this can't be anything like the paratrooper work you used to do back in the Great War but I guess you can imagine what war is like on the other end of the draft board.

I almost forgot to thank for making me become a doctor in the first place. If you hadn't sent me off to medical school kicking and screaming I probably would've ended up a nurse. Not that our nurses aren't all swell people but I know that if I was a nurse, I'd have two certain people giving me a much harder time than they already do."

One Week Ago

"So what're you doing after the war?" Kiba whistled over to Tenten as he continued to work away at his patient. "Give me some suction." He ordered the nurse, looking back down at his work. A dozen doctors and nurse bustled around the crude operating room, observing, cutting and sowing the sedated soldiers lying on the tables.

"Kiba, shut it or I'll put your fingers in traction." Tenten shot back immediately, focusing on her own task at hand. "Damn it," she mumbled observing the shattered material inside that she had to work with. "Bone cutter." The nurse handed her another surgical tool.

"Did you hear that?" Kiba asked Naruto as he began sowing the wound back together. "A beautiful girl had just offered to break my fingers to take me out of the war. Have I died and gone to heaven?"

"No, but keep this up and you'll be doing the dying part real quick," Tenten replied, extremely annoyed. "Damn it all, retract that so I can see something!" she demanded. "This kids got enough shrapnel in him to start his own scrap yard."

"Can we have some semblance of military discipline here?" Sasuke yelled working from the other side of the room before snatching another instrument from the nurse's hand.

"I'm sorry, we'll try to turn the war down over here," Kiba deadpanned.

"Colonel! This man is continuously damaging morale!" Saskue snapped at the head Doctor.

"Your morale? Damaged?" Naruto asked walked passed him to his next patient. "Mr. Sunshine? Not a chance."

"He's damaging the nurses morale then," Saskue said snidely as he continued to dig shrapnel out of an artery.