Everyone has secrets. Some of them are big and some of them are small. Some are not even secrets but just things you don't talk about. One of the things Temari never spoke of was the blue box she kept in her room. She would never try to hide it if someone asked about it and if it was the right person asking she might even show the things she kept in it.
Mostly the box contained little things she didn't really have any use for but still didn't want to throw away. There was a necklace she had made when she was little, quite nice but it didn't fit her style any more. There was a watch with no batteries and a couple of postcards and birthday cards. She had always felt bad about throwing away cards and letters so ofcorse there was a few of those in there to.
Among the stranger things was one small purple sock with a picture of Pinocchio on it. It had belonged to Kankuro and Temari had rescued it from the trash can when she was three because she thought it was so cute. She kept it through her childhood because it reminded her of happier times, before blood and death and fear had become such big parts of her life. She remembered sitting on her bed holding it while someone spoke with her father outside the door. The conversation had been about Gaara and how he had killed some drunk guy or something like that. The man outside had been going on about how he was a danger to the whole village and that he ought to be "taken care of" before he killed everyone else. Her father had not agreed but he hadn't disagreed either. She remembered crying and that she had wished that Gaara had never been born. It's never easy to have to fear your little brother.
However on the bottom of the box lay something that she would most likely never show to anyone. It was an envelope with Temari written on it in big uneven letters.
She was probably around nine years old when she got it. Father had ordered her to help her brother with his homework and she had spent a rather nervous evening correcting Gaara, trying to teach him things like how you could hear how to spell words and that you always wrote the word I as a big letter. When it was time for her to go to bed she had left him at the kitchen table with the usual supply of things to do during the night, paper, crayons, comic books and so on. When she woke up the following morning she had found the envelop on her bedside table. Inside it was a picture of two children, one with red hair and one blond, sitting next to each other in front of a big book. On the back of the paper was one sentence written in the same uneven letters as her name. The sentence was: I don wont yu to dI