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Still don't own Naruto. Nope.

Temari was a simple enough woman, she reckoned. She lived. She fought. That was all there was to her, but yet, to Konoha's number one genius, she was infuriating. He could plan out intricate tactical mission plans. He could decode the hardest crypts. He was smart, but not enough to figure her out. Nope. The number one genius couldn't even figure out his own girlfriend.

For one, he didn't know why she, unlike many other girls, didn't get jealous of his relationship with Ino. Sure, everyone could tell that he and Ino were nearly siblings, but somehow the girls he dated never did understand. Most got angry. One asked him to severe ties with Ino. Ino would have severed of the head of his girlfriend before she let it get that far. Temari? She simply didn't care. Was it because she didn't love him enough? No, she made that point clear enough. He'd often wonder, but only ever did ask her once. She shot him a curious look. "Do you picture her sleeping with you?" He groaned and shook his head, then she shrugged. "Then why would I be jealous of her?" She never did give him a straight answer, and it baffled him.

Another thing that had piped his curiosity was why she never wanted the romance. Girls liked flowers and chocolates and valentines. She didn't. The first time he told her he loved her, they were tired, sticky and sore. She had rumpled her nose and rolled her eyes. "Please don't turn into those sappy romatics that give their girlfriends flowers on valentines day." Then she had proceeded to nibble on his lower lip, and the conversation was long forgotten. He shrugged it off. He was never one who would go out of their way to please others. It was way too troublesome. He had always wondered why, but heck, if it saved him money, he didn't care.

He didn't understand why she had to be so arrogant. Stubborn. Strong headed and uncompliant. She had to have her way. She demanded, never hinted. Most girls were like this. She often got agitated with Hinata, often wondering why she wouldn't just tell Naruto, the block head, that she liked him. No. Temari was miles apart. The day she decided she fell for him, she stormed into his house and kissed him senseless. Not that he minded, of course. Saved him the trouble of confessing and getting rejected. He often blew his brain cells apart trying to figure this out.

Looking at the person occupying his thoughts - and his bedspace, sleeping peacefully curled up beside him, he gave a mental shrug. There was no point in wondering. She made him happy, and he was content. And when she sleepily looked up at him, wondering why he wasn't asleep, he felt her slender arms pulling him nearer, her head nuzzling into his chest. He gave a chuckle. She was loud, noisy, arrogant and bossy. She was an angel when she was asleep. She was everything he didn't want, but she was everything he needed. There was no need to figure her out.

A/N A drabble I wrote. Sorry, I was bored.