Okay, basically I have so many ideas running around in my head and have decided to finally put pen to…uh…laptop. I need reviews and betas, so that I can turn this little drabble into a story, and get into writing more things to appease the fandom's hunger. So here it is, my drabble of sorts – tell me where you want it to go, and edit!
Temari watched as ninja of the Allied Forces retreated from the heavy battle which had taken place that day. Reflecting on the drastic decrease in numbers, she realised that she had not seen or heard from Shikamaru (the supposed Proxy Commander of the Fourth Division) all day. A jolt of panic rushed through her utterly exhausted body, before her logical side-stepped in to remove any vaguely sentimental thoughts; it was War and she did not have time to worry about friends or colleagues. They were all exemplary ninja and could handle themselves, especially one lazy-nin who would have supposed dying to be "too troublesome". "Cry baby", she muttered under her breath, before swinging her giant fan over her shoulder and joining the retreating ninja.