There was one on her knee. A fresh one above her shoulder blade. A blueish one settled on thee back of her neck. There even was a 2 month old one on her chest. She didn't think they were ugly. Actually she was proud. No other woman seemed as battered as herself. People mistook them as presents from long training hours. Others thought it was the offspring of a hard fight. She always lied she had won.
Today was normal. That's what she whispered as the front door unlocked. A pair of cold palms landed with a soft thud on her trembling back. She was strong. Strong. Strong...
"Temari."
Aware of the voice she ignored it.
"Temari? You love me right?"
Her automatic reaction was to turn her head in a 'no'.
"Why?"
"A..Akatsuki."
"Their not important, I just work with them."
"They tried to murder Gaara."
The individual let out a slight snicker and dragged a pale finger down the skin of her throat. With a rough delicate movement he slipped them onto her lips. Somehow from a silent, sly aura his deathly grip on her waist made him evil and dangerous. The real Hidan. She knew he was. And so it began like it had any other day.
She received her bruises.
He received hid love.