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I am simply using them in my insane fanliness, so please, don't sue me?
Slight Warning: Contains mild shojo-ai undertones.
The soft cool breeze of the land of Fire was a grateful relief from the desert's unrelenting heat, more so after a long time secretly traveling via caravan; it would do no good if word got out of Suna's Temari traveling on her own, unarmed, and the gypsy tribe had been more than welcoming of the proud kunoichi.
Sighing to herself, Temari stretched, content with the journey so far, and although a little frightened by her impulsive decision, she was near ecstatic once they arrived at Konoha's gates. The twenty-four year old had long since been traveling between her home in the Land of Wind, and what she considered her second home in the Land of Fire, in the Village Hidden in the Leaves, in the Hyuuga estate.
Awaiting just inside the gates, knowing that that morning the blond woman of the dessert would arrive, stood the Hyuuga Matriarch, her ebony hair styled in elaborate braids pilled on her head, a few strands framed her delicate creamy face, and her pale eyes meet Temari's before she had even gotten off the caravan's couch causing the older woman a slight discomfort in her own appearance.
Weeks traveling through desert and wood would reasonably cause any to lose interest in their physical body beyond basic hygiene, and so, with tousled hair and wrinkled clothes, Temari descended from her transport, thanking the people that allowed her passage, and she looked to Hinata, her hands gripping her transition papers all the more; the documents that would allow her to live within the village, as a fellow Konoha kunoichi, and finally as Hyuuga Hinata's lover.