Needless to say, I sucked this story up, so I've decided to right my wrongs, by rewriting the whole story so you don't feel like you're reading a whole paragraph and then they turn three years older. Don't mind me, I'm just the average writer/artist critisizing my own work.
Temari is now eleven, Itachi is twelve, Gaara is eight, and Kankuro is nine.
"Father? Where are you going?" Temari asked with a raised eyebrow.
"That doesn't concern you, Temari." Her father replied, calm for the moment.
"Are you going to Konoha again?" She asked, almost positive that this was the case.
"It is not of importance to you." He answered, impassive.
"Why can't I take Chuunin Exams, father?" She inquired.
"Because you need to wait for your brother, Gaara. He is our weapon, and we must hone his skills and make them sharp." He started, finally giving in.
"If I came, assisting Gaara would make it all the more easier!" Temari started, raising her voice.
Her father grabbed her collar, leaning over and facing her up close. "What is it that makes Konoha so intriguing that it drives you to the point of disobeying your father and Kazekage?" He asked, not snapping just yet, but hissing.
Temari gulped, realizing what she had gotten herself into. Curse her outspoken self. "Yes, father." Temari replied shakily.
Without a word said, her father released Temari. She quickly scrambled out the door of his office. He could be quite frightening, and Temari wasn't fond of this side of him. Temari had never been to another hidden village, and she was just itching to see it.
The next morning, the Kazekage awoke from his deep slumber, clothing himself in sand protectant gear. It was simply robes, but it would save him some trouble in the future if a sandstorm were to appoach. He walked briskly to the gates of the village, and began his three day journey to Konoha.
Temari was dressed in her gear as well, fan strapped to her back. She informed the guards that she was to be with her father, and without question, they let her through the gates. As expected from the single princess of Suna. Temari searched for her father, spotting his silhouette on the horizon. She lept from dune to dune, hiding when her father turned around. He wasn't aware of his daughter following him, but that was simply because he was used to her chakra.
After about an hour of traveling, Temari needed a break. The trip was a long one, especially for a ten year old. But Temari perservered, and kept trying. She didn't have as sharp reflexes as she had when she had started following her father, but if she stopped now, it would only be days until she died of dehydration. Temari saw her father taking a break, and she more than willingly followed suit.
Temari sat among the swirling sand dunes, and the sun sent pastel colors stretching across the darkening sky. Temari took another long gulp of water from her water bottle, standing and glancing around to locate her father. She couldn't see his body among the sand, and she looked around again.
"Father?!" She yelled out, but her voice simply diminished in the wind.
She tried again and again, wandering among the lost sea of endless fine grain crystals. She became tired, and rested on a rock, the sun long gone. "Father..." She felt the tears build up, knowing full well that ninjas shouldn't cry.
A silhouette approached her from afar, Temari mistaking it for her dad. She looked up excitedly, waiting for him to come and save her from this unbearable desert. The character wasn't her father, and Temari wasn't quite sure who he was.
He had brown, shaggy hair, and he looked about forty. He was wobbly on his feet, and had a sick twisted smile on his face. He came closer to Temari, reaching to grope her. She felt the hot tears stream one by one down her tanned and smooth skin, making her eyes red. This couldn't be happening, not to her. He hadn't touched her yet, and before he could, and a ninja that was in the area stepped in front of this creeper, sending him flying into the sea of gritty sand.
He had a ponytail on the nape of his seck, and he wasn't facing Temari, so she couldn't see his face. The ANBU was a man, and he looked no older than a year from Temari. He turned to her for a split second, and turned into a cloud of billowing smoke as he left as grand as he had entered.
Temari stared at the ground where a kunai lay. It pointed in a direction, and Temari followed the direction with her eyes, seeing a hint of green in the distance.
Temari awoke in a tree she had took shelter in. She was on her second day of traveling, and had already made it to the forest. She had no idea if this was a shortcut or not, but she took it as a good omen. She stood, ready to go, and headed off in the direction she had set for herself. She walked for miles upon miles, it being afternoon when the Konoha gates came into sight.
It was a sight for sore eyes, and Temari definitely had some sore eyes from the grit. She sprinted the last twenty meters, coming up in front of the gate.
"Pass, please." The guard asked her.
"Um...I don't have a pass. I am Sabaku no Temari, the Kazekage's daughter." She confirmed showing identification.
"The Kazekage is in that building over there." The guard pointed.
Temari ran to the building, eyeing the place closely. She bursted through the doors, asking for her father from the receptionist. She gave her the room number, and Temari sprinted up the stairs. She knocked on her father's hotel room, and waited for an answer.
"What is it?" Her father asked, making the door crack open. His eyes went wide and then his face got red. "Temari! What the hell are you doing here?!" He asked angrily.
"I... um... Well you see, I wanted to go. So I followed you here..?" She explained rather awkwardly.
"Well, I guess since you're here. Come in, girl." He said, frustrated.
Temari sat down her belongings, and followed her father downstairs. He walked through the doors where she had entered, and the fresh air surrounded Temari once again. Her father was appraoched by a ninja with red eyes with black pinwheels. He had his hair tied in a familliar onyx ponytail on the nape of his neck. He had deep eye sockets, the result was lines. He was quite handsome, and looked to be a Chuunin.
"You..." Temari whispered, suprised to find the same boy who had saved her.
He didn't seem to recognize her, though, and she felt lost.
"I am to be your escort for your stay in Konoha, Kazekage-sama." The boy bowed, speaking formally.
"No need. Just watch after my delinquent daughted," The Kazekage instructed.
"Of course." The boy bowed his head in the wake of the Kazekage.
Once her father was gone, Temari turned to the boy. "I want to explore." She stated, as more of an order than a request.
He nodded, heading off down the road. Temari followed him, wondering where he could be leading her.
"Oh.." Temari smiled dreamily. The park was wonderful and lush. The tree's leaves were green and full of life, along with the jade grass. The pond that sat three feet from the tree rippled from the ducks and the fish. It was wonderful.
The boy sat under the tree's shade, facing the pond. Temari followed suit, removing her shoes. Letting her toes soak in the water, Temari cleared her throat. "I'm Temari." She spoke up.
"Itachi." He said, impassive.
Itachi...Her mind repeated. What a beautiful name...
What do you think of my new improvements. Way better than the first, huh? R&R PLOX!!!