Author's note: Hello this is my first story. I hope people like it. I'd appreciate it if people told me if I make any spelling mistakes, English isn't my native language, but I'm doing my best.

Disclaimer: Since I've just read the rules here, I know you're not supposed to put up your very own fictional stories here, which means the characters and the universe ain't my property. Then I'm supposed to go to this other site, whose name I've seemed to forgotten ;)

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1. Disturbing one's dreams

Temari was floating. Yes, that is the correct verb. Mind you it wasn't on her fan. For some reason the thought of her fan sent pang of sorrow through her heart. Fog was all around her. She was confused and maybe scared, but Temari would never admit that. She felt nothing right now. She didn't feel connected. She felt light, weightless. This fog was choking her, strangling her. She needed to get away, but she couldn't move. She felt dazed. Perhaps she should just give in. Give in to the strange fog and be at peace. No! She was Sabaku no Temari a stubborn konouchi, that never gave in, not to anyone, no, and definitely not to some foggy haze.

Temari would have smirked, she just called a fog some foggy haze like it was an insult. The fog probably thought it nice to be foggy, it was after all fog. Shaking her lightheadedness away she remembered; she was supposed to find a way out. Dazed she looked around. The stupid fog was getting to her head again. There! She found something. A thin, make that very thin, golden tread shone faintly in the mist. Having somewhat of a purpose cleared her misty mind. She wanted to follow the tread, curious to where it would lead her. She wanted to take a step, but found that she wasn't moving. Not understanding she looked intently on the tread wondering why she couldn't move her body to follow it. Suddenly she realized she had been floating along the thread, but loosing focus she stopped abruptly. Thinking she got the trick, she willed herself along the thread. She would have jumped in joy had it not been for the fact she had no clue, where she was.

Suddenly she was out of the fog. The great black sky dotted with stars wrapped around her. She felt herself stop. A chilling wind blew suddenly and threatened to take her away. Fear shrouded her mind as the thread moved away from her. Frantically her mind reached forward grabbing the thread in a panicky hold. Strangely though, the tread didn't break. Even though it looked so fragile it didn't break. She reeled the rest of herself in, willing herself forward yet again.

The city beneath her seemed somewhat familiar. Startled she realized she was looking down upon Konoha. Even though she was startled, this time she didn't lose her mental grip. Floating down towards a house quickly, like if she was falling. She went right through the roof! Not crashed through or anything, just simply slipped through solid roof!

She found herself in a bedroom. Sprawled on the bed, his covers all messed up (like when small kids sleep) lay a young man she knew all too well. Nara Shikamaru. The recently promoted Jounin had his thick black hair out of his usual spiky ponytail, leaving it to cover most of his face. She was wondering why the thread let her to him. Why did the thread lead her to this lazy genius of all people? Her eyes followed the thread to where it disappeared into Shikamaru left side of the chest. His very muscular chest. From there on she suddenly realized that the crybaby had become quite muscular over the years. She hadn't ever seen him undressed like this before only wearing boxers admittedly, so she couldn't really be sure about him not always being like this, could she? Nah, she decided to herself the muscles were definitely new, he'd always been rather scrawny.

Due to her contemplating she hadn't realized, the increased shadow activity. Like any normal person would realize something like that in a dark room, right? Suddenly they were just swept around her. Strangely enough she didn't feel scared in the least. Somehow she actually felt safe.

Next thing she knew she found herself in a completely dark room standing in front of a strikingly blue lake. Wondering for a moment how she could tell the blue color in complete darkness, but dismissing it soon. Too many things hadn't made sense to her recently. She found herself looking at the lake. The surface was completely calm no stirrings, nothing. A smile crept onto her face. If this was indeed Shikamaru's mind, which she suspected, she knew something that would stir those waters.

She was thrilled. This was going to be fun. She moved her feet a bit from each other gaining more balance. For some reason she had a body to connect with in here.

" Nara Shikamaru, get off your lazy ass and greet me!" She screamed loudly.

The water of the lake stirred for a moment only to calm down a second after. A wind blew across to meet her sounding almost like a sigh. She was about to yell for him again when she noticed something approaching her from the surrounding shadows.

"How come, troublesome women, that you always seem to disturb my dreams?", Shikamaru said emerging from the shadows in his usual attire.

"I've never...", she began but suddenly stopped. She felt something pulling at her right behind her navel. Panic grabbed a hold on her mind.

"Shikamaru! I don't know what's happening to me! Something's wrong, I swear," Temari doubled over in pain. Shikamaru started running towards the konouchi. She looked up meeting his worried eyes, "I'm scared... Help me!", she finished the last in a screech. She was gone.

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Shikamaru sat up in his bed with a start. He was shaking and sweating. Touching his burning forehead with his hand, he mumbled, "this is bad, not only troublesome, but bad... very bad indeed."

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