'A Daughter's Council'

A/N: I guess it's kinda obvious how much I dislike the Kazekage... He pisses me off and I hated the way he treated Gaara and probably the rest of his family. If you have read my fan fiction called, SIN, you probably know my utter most hatred for him. I hope you enjoy this one. I apologize for how short it is, but it was just a little something I did instead of proofreading my other fan fics;; The inspiration for this came from something I wrote in school, so it was like What the hell? Why not turn it into a story? I'm normally a ShikaTema fan, but I'm flexible.

Summary: Temari gets into another fight with her father, and because of this, one of the council members are started to get concerned with her safety. A member of the Suna council steps out of bounds and started a relationship with a girl ten years younger than himself, forgetting the consequences of seeing the Kazekage's only daughter. What will he do when his lord finds out about his affair with one of Sand's most prized Genin?

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Disclaimer: Naruto is own and copyrighted by Kishimoto.

Dictionary: Kazekage - Leader of Sand; Temari, Kankurou, and Gaara's father.

Sama - Lord; a term of respect.

Obasan - Lady. In this context, Lady Temari.

Hime - Princess

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"Daughter." Kazekage-sama uttered as his eldest child came into his chambers. Her blonde hair looked as if it stood on end as he spoke. She hated this man more than anything… He was evil, cold, and was the reason she had no mother.

A mother that cared for her, a mother that loved her and her siblings, a mother that she longed to have. She died for their so-called father. She was killed due to the want for power, the want of dominance over the other five-shinobi nations.

"Father…" she responded, standing before his desk her eyes watching his eyes wander around the room. He could never look his daughter in the eye. Not after what he once did to her.

Her mind wandered back to when he struck her; to his repeated verbal abuses; then to his abuses of her younger siblings. To when he ripped off her shirt while drunk and felt far more than any father shoulder.

He had been drunk, and had gone almost a year without looking or speaking to her after this happened when she was around 10 or so. She was confused, hurt, and did nothing but hide away from him. She was still in the academy so she could stay close to her siblings, pretending to be weaker than she was. She never forgot what he did to her, or tried to do and when she was alone, her thoughts often wandered to what would have happened if Baki hadn't interfered.

He had abused all his children in some way, varying in methods, middlemen, strategies, occurrences, places, even level of intoxication. He quiet often was drunk or intoxicated with other 'illegal' drugs when he abused his children. More often then not, he was drunk, his drug of choice ninety perfect of the time.

He had never struck Gaara, the youngest, directly, but all of the assassins he had sent to kill him, made up for it. Gaara had always lived, of course, but this changed him more to a hateful person who only wanted to kill those around him.

The second child, Kankurou was mainly verbally abused. He had only struck him a few times. Kankurou would usually be a good boy and tell his father whatever he wanted to hear and did exactly as he was told to avoid being struck of yelled at.

The eldest however, was always in some way abused. He hated this child the most, she argued with him, she stood against him, she cornered him, and she could out-smart him. And this made him madder than anything else. His daughter was already able to debate with him, and she had been able to since she was five. This young child had always defied him, telling him he was a fool in what he was doing. Even at the age of three, she knew that he would regret sealing Shukaku inside of Gaara.

- Flashback -

"Father!" She had said, looking up at him. "Mommy said that this is a bad idea!" The three year old girl had told him in her sweetest voice. "Please don't hurt mommy!" She pleaded, having heard her mother say that she would die.

Temari didn't understand death at this age, but she did understand, 'never coming back' and that was something she never wanted for her mother. Her mother took care of her. Her mother was her teacher, and her best friend. Without her mother Temari would have to take care of her siblings, a hard thing to ask such a small child.

He had never liked her then. Even as a small child, trying to tell him what to do. Trying to tell him one woman was more important then the entire village. She may have been his wife, but she in no way was worth the village deteriorating into nothing but sand.

- End Flashback -

His brown eyes watched her body move, but not her face; she had her mother's eyes. Not the color, but the shape and beauty that her mother had once held. The power, hidden caring nature, and an inevitable strength. The eyes that cried before him and begged him to stop this as the demon killed her from inside of her son's body.

"Your mission failed." He said bluntly after the short silence. "You didn't take Konoha."

"A mission blindly given to sacrifice the life of one of its members is a foolish one. Which, is doomed in and of itself to fail." she remarked, her expression not changing at all.

The leader of the village glared at her hatefully, "Watch your step girl. This is a fight with big ninja."

"A ninja who wishes to do nothing but intimidate the ones around him to hide the fact that he is a weak fool who holds no power. A man who wishes to make the illusion real to himself requiring liquid help." She returned calmly. This was true. He didn't have much power left. He was a fool, a distrustful man, and a bad father and horrid husband.

He stood up and walked over to her. He moved silently and quickly around the office having been in it for so many years, "What was that?" He asked, grabbing her wrist.

She didn't move. "I need not repeat myself. You heard me." She responded, expression and voice still neutral. If she showed weakness before him, he would hurt her.

Instead he threw her hand down and walked around her, circling her like a hawk. "Come girl. You know you cannot beat me. You've never even been able to ward me off."

"I'm not as weak as you think." She said, realizing full well she was weaponless, but she was a ninja and could fight without them. Once she realized she didn't have her fan a small look of concern passed over her face. However it quickly returned o emotionless.

"You know as well as I these threats are blind. You only say them to scare those around you to gain back the power you have been losing for a number of years."

"Insolence!" he yelled, grabbing her throat and slamming her into the wall. He put his lips beside her ear and whispered as he rose her up the wall. "You think my treats hold no action? You think my words hold no aggression?" He asked as she struggled to breath.

This child was border-line intolerable and foolish. He hated her more than anything at times. She was like her mother, except she lacked the sweetness he had admired in his wife, and due to that, he wanted her dead whenever she challenged him. He glared up at her and then watched her struggle to breath, a satisfied smirk on his face.

His hand was the only support she had. Her feet where off the ground and she was desperately trying to make him release her.

He threw her to the ground suddenly and watched her hold her neck, panting hard. "Apologize." He demanded smugly at the power he had over his 15-year-old daughter.

Her blue eyes met his and filled with hatred. "I will never apologize to a man who abuses and kills the woman around him to feel power." She said hatefully.

He reached for her, grabbing her shirt and ripping it open as she pulled away. She stood up, revealing a black fishnet undershirt and bra. He reached for her once more, using his foot to trip her into him. She fell forward, and he grabbed her neck, pushing her once more into the wall.

Her eyes started to water and she struggled against him. She tried to talk but her voice came out muffled. All the Kazekage could make out was please. He laughed and slammed her back into the wall, as she continued to struggle.

"Go ahead!" He yelled. "Bed me to release you!" He screamed as he punched her in the face and threw her to her knees. He couldn't look her in the eyes, and this was one of the reasons why. He continuously hurt her like this to show her place. It was out of love, not hatred. At least, that's what he told himself to sleep at night.

Blue green eyes narrowed up at him as she stood up and punched him in the face, forcing him back several feet. "I will never beg for anything from you!"

He fell backwards and broke one of the glass objects on his desk. He ran forward, appearing behind his daughter. He grabbed her by the arm and twisted it behind her back and waited to hear it crack and then his child scream before him. He threw her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach, forcing her into the other wall. He smirked to himself in triumph.

Temari looked up at him and held onto her arm, her eyes starting to water with the pain her own father had just forced upon her.

He laughed, reaching towards her and grabbed her by the troat once more, using all of his strength to raise her from the ground and shake her, as if trying to kill her with a powerful death grip of his hands, clamping onto her neck with surprising strength.

Temari kicked her legs out and put her hands on his and tried to scream, a muffled cry that was hard to hear erupted from her throat. She cried out once more and then he slammed her on top of his desk, a smile on his face. Something else slid off and broke and he picked her up once more, watching her struggle to breath.

A man walked by the outside of the door and heard a scream and something break. His eyes widened and he ran off and got backup to help him with a common occurrence.

Five minutes later, the door flew open and three ninja came in. "Kazekage-sama!" one of them yelled, running through the doorway.

He looked back at the jounin behind him and dropped the helpless girl in his hand.

She grabbed her throat and a brown haired boy ran to her side, wrapping her arm around his neck and then helped her to her feet and ran from the room with her close to him.

The man used his one eyes to follow his two students from the room. "Kazekage-sama, you can't do that to her. Arrogant as she is, she's your daughter, and eldest child." He warned, but the lord ignored him.

"No Baki. She is so much more. She deserves far more than how I choose to punish her. She may be your student. But she is my daughter." he said as if these words burned his mouth. "Sad as that is." He said with emphasis showing that not only did he not want this 'thing' to be his child, but also that she was a disgrace to his name. She should be more like Kankurou and be silent when it was the right time.

—

"Are you ok?" Kankurou asked, throwing his sister on of the shirts he never wore. She pulled it on and nodded slowly, running her hand over the newly forming bruise that was appearing on her neck.

"I'll be fine." She muttered, closing her eyes, leaning against his wooden head board. She was so tired, which, perhaps was due to the fact her body and brain had been deprived of oxygen.

Her concerned brother moved closer to her and sat directly in front of her. He would be less concerned, but… every time she talked to their father, she always got hurt or yelled at, which usually caused her to yell or fight back. Last time, she had punched him and ran off down the hall, only to have him catch her and kick her down to the ground.

Things where escalating. Every time things got worse, and Kankurou was starting to think that if things continued at this rate, his elder sister would die before she reached her next birthday. She on the other hand was unfazed by this, and repeatedly told him that if she could put up with Gaara, their father was no threat.

He understood this in a way, Kankurou himself didn't fear their father, and at least not in the same way he feared Gaara. He touched his sister's face and ran his hand to hold over her neck.

"Temari…" He said in a soft voice. "You can't keep doing this." he stopped, not sure if she was listening.

She opened her teal eyes and smiled at him, indicating that she was. She sat up straight and came towards him slightly.

"Kankurou… I can take care of myself, I really can. Don't worry about me. It's my job to take care of you, ok?" She asked, trying to make him understand.

He shook his head, "No, Temari… If he's hurt you more than once and gotten you to the ground, then I need to worry and you need to back off." Her brother's dark green eyes fixed on her neck and then ran over it once more.

"Wh- what did you say to him anyway?" He asked looking at her face.

Neither the Kazekage, nor his daughter had ever told anyone why they fight, or why he always feels the need to strike or silence her. And no mater how Kankurou tried, she would never tell him.

"It's not important." She responded, which was always her answer.

Kankurou got up and walked over to the window watching the wind whip around outside. "What the hell Temari? I'm your brother, your closest brother; you and I can't remember not having each other, right? Then why don't you trust me? Why can't you tell me why he hits you?"

She looked after him, but then sighed and looked at the floor. "Kankurou… I…" She trailed off, unsure of what she could say to him in response. He had her there, and he was right.

"He… told me our mission failed, and I told him that the only reason he sent us out on this mission was so that Gaara would die. No one said it, but you and I both know it's true. He's been trying to get rid of Gaara ever since he found out that he couldn't control Shukaku. And no matter what he says, Gaara is his son, and our brother! He can't kill him, and he needs to realize that! He killed our mother, and made Gaara what he is, this is his fault and the only way he can defend what I say is to hit me!" She yelled, wrapping her arms around herself and closing her eyes. "Gaara may think no one loves him, but I do…" She said, as her brother hugged her.

"It's ok… I understand." He said slowly, rubbing her back, "You don't have to say anymore." he muttered, resting his head into her shoulder. He could hear her coughing slightly, like she was about to cry. "Shh… Temari, it's ok."

"…. Of course it is." Came a cold voice from the doorway.

Kankurou released his sister and whipped around to face his younger brother.

"Ga- Gaara?" he asked, his voice smaller, showing his fear for the smaller boy in front of him.

Temari looked at him and sighed. "Hey Gaara." She muttered, whipping her face. She didn't cry, but she did it to stop her from starting.

Light blue green eyes fixed on her neck and the red headed sibling walked forward, running his hand over the dark black and blue bruise on her neck. His eyes went up her face until they met her eyes.

"What happened?" His voice was emotionless, but his hand traced over it and his eyes returned to it. He cared, just not in a normal way.

"Nothing…" She muttered, pulling away from him and trying to cover it. She felt a hand wrap her wrist and hold it very similar to the man's office that she had left.

"Don't lie to me." He warned, sand moving around in his gourd, as if threatening her to speak.

"Father… doesn't like my attitude." Was all she said, and was all she needed to say. The three siblings understood what their father was like, the monster he was, and what he could do. Gaara didn't understand pain, but he knew when others felt it.

He said he'd kill his siblings, but they had never made him mad enough to actually consider it.

He was the demon who held love only for himself, but then, why did his siblings stay beside him? Where they paid, or, was there something else?

He dismissed this thought and released his sister's wrist. He watched her walk out of the room and down the hall to her own. Kankurou was left alone with his younger brother.

This was a major discomfort for him. He didn't only fear Gaara, but it was awkward to be with him all by himself. Temari made it less awkward, and it was hard for him to be alone with the demonic child.

"Hey Temari, are you ok?" Kankurou called after her, running out of the room towards hers. After about six steps, sand wrapped around him and Gaara came to his side. He didn't look at his older brown haired brother, but straight ahead to see his elder sister's door close.

"I think she wants to be alone." The youngest said, his deep emotionless voice seeming lighter than normal. "Leave her." He demanded, his sand dropping his brother to the floor.

Kankurou glared after his brother as he walked away. He was such a punk, Gaara always think he knew best when he knew nothing. Temari didn't want to be alone, she just didn't want to let Gaara see her cry. She didn't want him to think she was weak, or pathetic.

—

"Kazekage-sama, please, I implore you to listen to me…" One of the council begged. He was young, about the age of 25. He was strong, a jounin, and former ANBU member. He was tall, around six feet, and had beautiful dark navy blue eyes. His name was Daiki and he was one of the council who did not support the Kazekage's habits and believed something should be done about what his Lord decided to do in his 'down time.' Most of which included abusing his children of fraternizing with other woman.

"Don't let your temper make you kill her. What will the other villages say if they find out you killed your daughter? You will be untrustworthy and a public enemy. They will kill you to get Suna, and claim it was for our own good. My-"

"That's enough. I understand." He said calmly, not as angry as before. "I won't try to kill her, but do me this, go and get her and bring her here. Then leave us alone for a while." He instructed as he went to the window and rested his arm on it, leaning against it.

"That was meant to be an order. Now." He said as the ninja bowed to him and took off.

"Yes sir."

Temari's door opened, reflecting light on her face. "Temari-obasan." He said, not knowing what else to call her.

"Kazekage-sama wishes to see you. It is of the up most importance." His voice was raspy and urged, as if he was unsure and afraid trying to please his leader.

Temari opened her eyes and looked up at him tiredly. She didn't want to go and see him. She wanted to run away and never talk to him ever again. "Must I go now?" She asked, sitting up slightly and holding down the bottom part of the shirt Kankurou had given her. She was to tired to change out of it, and it was long enough to wear. It stopped mid point in her thigh and that was the same place her lavender dress ended, so it was the same thing, correct?

He nodded, "Yes, Temari-obasan, you must come with me." He said, trying not to look at her legs. She was young, but she was attractive, but he tried to remember the consequences of watching the Kazekage's daughter.

She sighed and got up, walking over to him and rubbing her head, fixing her hair slightly. "Fine." She muttered, annoyed by the fact her father always wanted her whenever she was either sleeping or doing something. Like carrying out his dirty work or cleaning up his mess.

She walked out of the room with the jounin beside her. He was nervous and messing with his hands, he was scared, worried, and above all objective to the fact that a man who had just chocked his daughter was going to be left alone with her once more.

Only the council knew of his abuses to his children, but they did nothing. What could they do? He was the strongest ninja, the only one who could control his son, or claimed he could.

Temari walked into the room and the door closed behind her, the jounin outside of the room, leaning against the wall listening intently.

"Temari…" The Kazekage started, not able to say anymore, not having prepared anything to say. He was unsure of her expression or feelings, but he knew she was tired. "I don't even know what to say to you." He uttered, trying to think and talk to her without yelling. Every time she gave him that look, all he could see was his wife, his children's mother, the woman he once loved.

The look she gave him when she cursed him for what he had done to her and her son. The tears that stained her face, the way she screamed when her body had been ripped open.

He closed his eyes and phased the memory from his head, he didn't want to see that now. He never wanted to see it again, he wished he hadn't the first time, but sadly, he had.

"You could start with an apology…" Temari said harshly, wondering why the hell he called her there. He wanted something from her, she just had yet to find out what it was.

"I want you to help me with something." He said, walking around the table towards her. "Suna is in danger, we're going to be taken over by the other shinobi nations and fall into the abyss." He said, taking her hand. "I want you to gain control or kill-"

"NO!" She yelled, smacking him. "Gaara is not something that you can control or even understand! You need to try and wrap the idea that you created him, he was made by your design! You need to stop being a coward, you've never even spent time with Gaara!" She yelled, going to hit him again.

He grabbed her arm and pulled it behind her back, pinning her to the wall. She let out a cry and put her hand float on the wall, trying to grab it. "If you want me to help you, you better let me go." She warned.

He let her go and she walked to the door. "I'm leaving. Gaara can't be killed by attacks, and you know it. You created him, you deal with him." She pulled the door but he slammed her into it.

"Don't fuck with me Temari…" He warned, taking her arms away from the door and slamming her into the wall. She went to kick him but he slammed on her leg. "Shut up!" was all he could say as he punched her once or twice.

Temari grabbed his arm and flipped over, sitting on top of him and punched him. Kazekage grabbed her arm and pulled her arm back until it cracked. She fell to the floor and he stood over her, about to punch her again when the door opened and five ANBU level ninjas ran in and pulled him away from her. "Kazekage-sama!" One said through his mask. "Stop this."

Kankurou ran to his sister and pulled Temari to her feet. "You ok?" He muttered as their father argued with the ninjas around him. She nodded slowly and hugged him.

Temari put her hand on her face and her eyes widened when sand came through the door. Gaara walked in and went to his sister.

The whole room went eerily quiet as Gaara entered. His sand went to Temari's arm and started to suck on the blood that was oozing out of it without her knowledge. Once it tasted her blood, it shuttered backwards away from her and shot towards the Kazekage as if attacking him for hurting one of Gaara's siblings.

Gaara held out his hand and the sand stopped suddenly and returned to his gourd. He walked over to Temari and Kankurou and helped his brother pick up his sister and they walked off.

Temari pulled away from them and ran off to her room, slamming the door and refusing help for her fractured and bleeding arm. Her eyes watered and she leaned against her bed and didn't want to come out at all. She laid down on her bed and wrapped her white sheet around her arm to stop the bleeding.

—

Temari woke up a few hours later and saw a blue light and could feel something touching her arm. She pulled away and held onto her arm which had been healed by the same ninja that had come to bring her to see her father.

He backed up slightly and a look of shock came onto his face. "Temari-obasan! I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you." He said, putting his hands up, showing he meant her no harm. He sighed and then backed up slightly to make her a bit more comfortable.

She brought her legs closer to her body and put her hand between her legs to block an area she didn't want him to see in the position she was sitting in. Her eyes looked into his and she could tell he didn't have wandering eyes.

She sighed and laid down on the pillow once more. "Thank you. For healing me." She said, smiling at him sweetly. "But you didn't have to do that." She said, pushing back some of her short blonde hair behind her.

Daiki smiled at her and nodded. "Your welcome..." He said, as this time his eyes started to wander her strong soft legs, her beautiful glowing skin and her beautiful face. She was strong, and it all showed. He admired her. She fought against her father fora long period of time, since she was young.

He himself was a member of the Suna council and he had known about his abuse of his children for a while, but knew there was nothing he could do about it. He was 25 and one of the stronger and younger ninja on council. He was in ANBU for about 5 years and then retired to serve on the Suna council and do some good. Little did he know, the council did little but cover for the village and the Kazekage. He sighed slightly and shook his head, not noticing Temari was watching him.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.

He looked up at her and blushed lightly. "No, No!" He said, not meaning for her to see him shaking his head in disapproval. "I just don't like the way your father runs the village and treats all of you."

Temari smiled at him slightly. "Thank you, but your mind won't change the council. There are too many of them about one hundred years older than you, nothing will change that." She said, sighing slightly. "But I am glad someone sees him for the monster he truly is.

Daiki smiled at her and then got up. "I should go, Temari-obasan." He said, as he walked towards the door. "The punishment for getting caught in your room is borderline death." He said, putting his hand on the handle.

"I'm not the baby my father seems to think I am." She said darkly, not liking his tone. "I can do what I want when I want, and you shouldn't be running off just because you're scared of him." She told him, slightly annoyed.

She had always stood up to her father, simply because she didn't want to be like all the other ants who let him step on them. She stood up to him to be independent, to be different, to be her own person, and above all, to show that he couldn't throw her around like he did with everyone else.

Sure, he had hurt her several time sin the mean time, and he usually won every fight they had, but the point was, he didn't control her. She was her own person, she defied him, and she was able to tell him off whenever she wanted. She could back up her mouth.

He turned around when she started to speak and stared at her for a few moments. He was unsure what to say, btu she was most certainly right. He shouldn't be afraid of the Village's leader even though he had the power to kill him. He should be weary of him, watch out for him and even lie when around him, but never do something like cower before him and kiss his feet. He in a way admired Temari for her courage.

"You're right..." He admitted openly. "I shouldn't be afraid of him and I shouldn't run from him." He said smiling at her slightly. He didn't have the courage to do so, but he liked Temari.

Daiki's eyes met hers as he smiled at her. She had beautiful eyes. They where thin, her eyebrows where thin, and perfectly shaped, her eyes where the imperial color, teal. A perfect combination of blue and green that mixed to create her gorgeous eyes.

His eyes went down her body slightly, looking over it. He liked her body. It curved in all the right places and the shirt she was wearing showed it. It wasn't hers and it showed because it was loose around the waist, but tight around her chest. Three of the top buttons where undone form her moving in her sleep and he smiled slightly.

He admired her long thin legs, and couldn't get over the fact that they looked so good in the full moon's rays. He moved closer to her and then touched her cheek slightly. He didn't mean to touch her, but it was just an action that he had done without realizing it.

Her eyebrow raised into her bangs and she looked at him oddly. What the hell was he doing? Was her first thought. It was hard for her to see where his eyes moved in the darkness, because he was near the window and the light was coming from behind him, making him glow. She was unsure of his intentions but they didn't appear to be bad ones. He seemed to shy to do such things, so she let it go when he touched her face.

Daiki leaned forward slightly and sat on her bed beside her. He smiled at her and then looked away, realizing what he had just done.

He pulled away and got onto the floor, onto his knees, leaned forward and bowed to her. "I apologize!" He said in a rushed voice, scared. "I didn't mean to touch you, Temari-hime!" He said, changing his address to her.

She smirked slightly. She could really careless about what he had just done, it didn't really matter to her. She shrugged and then bent down and made him stand up. "You're a man, right? Then do you yourself a favor and stop bowing down to me. I'm not your superior just because I'm the Kazekage's daughter. My name is Temari, not Temari-hime, call me by my name, not the title everyone things I should have. " She said, with a smile on her face. She liked him, he was modest, but kind of cute, and she liked that.

Daiki stared at her in shock. She wasn't mad at him for doing what he had just done? Touching her, no matter now light it was? He smiled back at her and stood up, dusting himself off and smiling at her. "Thank you, Temari-hi- ... Temari." He said, smiling at her.

His hands started to glow blue once more and he raised his left hand tow3ards her. "May I please heal you neck, Temari?" He asked, smirking at the sound of the way her name rolled of his tongue so naturally.

Temari sat down on her knees and then leaned towards him. "Yes thank you." She told him as she opened the shirt slightly so he could heal the top of her chest which was also bruised from her father's arm rested on her chest when he held her and threw her around.

Daiki smiled at her and then rested his hand on her collar bone and started to heal her neck and chest. He felt his hand vibrate slightly as he felt her thin neck and soft chest. He couldn't help but feel the tension that was starting to come between the two of them.

He was a medical ninja, not a pervert. But sometimes, in his line of work, it involved him seeing woman naked or even men naked. He had grown used to it, and usually said nothing of it when he saw it. It was in his line of duty and he accepted it.

He had been quite successful because of his ability to not care and only look at what he was working on, whether it was a broken rib or arm. But with this injury, he had to look at the neck, collar bone, and chest. For some reason, healing Temari was different from healing others. He felt slightly inclined to touch more of her, and this bothered him.

She was a hime, the Kazekage's daughter, and he had no right to touch her the way he was. If he was caught, no matter his reason, his punishment was death. He could have called her to the hospital instead of wandering aimless around the Sand Siblings' quarters and entering the room of the eldest and only female.

Temari couldn't look down to see what he was doing because of the placement of his hands. She sighed and then waited for him to finish. What else could she do, right?

His hands came away from her and he stopped with the cell regrowth. She smiled at him and then laid down on her bed once more, puling the blanket over her. It was freezing in the desert at night.

He bowed to her slightly and then walked to the door. He put his hand on the door handle and turned it, pulling the door opened.

"Wait." Temari said, watching him. "You're name, what is it?" She asked, sitting up on her bed looking at him. She wanted to know out of curiosity. He was in the council and it was one of her duties to know all of them by name, age, and appearance.

He turned around and smiled at her. "My name is Daiki." he said smiling at her thankfully that she wasn't mad of his touches to her upper chest. "You need no introduction." he said, bowing slightly once more, defying what she had said.

She nodded. "Thank you, Daiki. I want to see you tomorrow." She said, smiling at him happily. "Please, meet me in the main building, the second floor at nine o'clock in the morning." She said, remembering she had a meeting with her team at about seven or so. Gaara was still hurt because his body had never had to heal itself.

Daiki nodded at her. "Yes Temari." He said, walking out of the room and closed her door quietly. He smiled for a reason unknown. The Kazekage's daughter wasn't displeased with him and he hoped he could make that nine o'clock meeting. There was something about her that he quiet admired. He thought that it was perhaps her strength?

He smiled and has to sneak out of the room because he didn't want to get caught by the other two sand siblings. He sighed and then ran off quickly, going back to his own house where he lived parallel to where Temari did because he was in the council.

She sighed and laid back down, closing her eyes. Maybe he was different from all the other men in her life. Maybe he was the one who would set her free?

Temari yawned and then closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

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Temari woke the next morning, and got dressed. She walked to where she met her team every morning and then yawned and looked at Baki and Kankurou. Gaara was probably off killing a few people and would be along shortly.

No one really knew about him being defeated by Sasuke, and he owned up to it, but he had beaten Sasuke afterwards, humiliatingly when he activated Shukaku. The person he was wondering about, was Naruto.

Temari in a way admired that stupid blonde kid. He beat Gaara fair in square, with the help of that giant toad that he summoned with a large amount of chakra. She sighed and leaned against the wall as they leaned against the wall as she continued to let her mind wander.

That Naruto kid had beat Gaara and hurt him. How could a stupid idiot like that have beaten the strongest person in their village? How could he have stopped Gaara in Shukaku form? He was invincible!

She leaned her head back on the building behind her and closed her eyes. Her fan was on her back like always. She was resting the weight of the giant weapon on the building so she wasn't carrying the weight of the near 100 pound weapon. She opened her eyes as Gaara approached and stopped before them.

"I'm here." He said, his voice deep, a sinister smile on his face. He had killed, from the looks fo it, around three to five people. Temari and Kankurou could tell by the extent of his malevolent smile.

The meeting between the sand siblings and their sensei lasted about an hour and a half. They where going t go and train, but Temari walked off at quarter of nine. "I have somewhere I need to be. I can already do this." She said, smirking at Baki. "But I'll be back."

Baki watched her with an eyebrow raised. It wasn't like Temari to just take off with no reason, but he excused it and let her go. She was older then Kankurou and Gaara and held herself back for a long time to stay with them. Maybe she was finally realizing that she could go off on her own without having to babysit her brothers. Baki hoped so. Temari needed to live her own life and stop doing everything for her brothers.

Temari walked to where she was going to meet Daiki and sat down. She started to polish her fan because she had about a fifteen minute wait ahead of her. She started humming without realizing it, forgetting the events of the night before. She usually did. She never really remembered what her father did to he after the fact. The only thing she remembered was when he had 'accidentally' tried something no father ever should. She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to block out the memory.

- Flashback -

"Temari!" Her father yelled, walking into her room. He stumbled slightly and then grabbed her arm, dragging her away from her bed and the book the ten year old girl had been reading on weapons and summons.

She was young, and trying to figure out which animal she wanted to summon to aid her in battle. She had no idea which one, so she was reading up on it. The snakes where powerful, but most of them required sacrifices, the toads where interesting, but required almost all your chakra to appear, the slugs where slimy and gross. She was at a loss, which one to choose.

"Daddy which summon do you think I should choose?" She asked, smiling up at him. She loved him. He was her father after all right? He would never hurt her.

She knew fully well he had struck her before, but he never meant it. He always apologized and swore it would never happen again. She looked up at him and blinked. A red line covered his cheeks, showing Temari he was once again, drunk.

He picked her up into his arms, something he never did and was odd for a father to do to a girl as old as Temari. He smirked down at her and then kissed her cheek. "Shh.. Temari it's ok just be quiet." he said, walking down the hallway towards his room.

Temari's eyes widened. He had never kissed her before or shown her any attention. She struggled against him, knowing this wasn't her father. He held her tightly and refused to let her go.

He walked into his room, putting her down and locking the door so no one would bother him like usually happened to Kazekage-sama. He picked up Temari and slammed her into the wall to weaken her resistance.

She screamed and struggled, kicking him and running over to the desk in the room and trying to run around it. He grabbed her by one of her four pigtails and threw her into the wall with a smirk.

She cried out once more and he laughed at her. He ran his hands over her face as tears started to pour from her eyes. She kicked him in the groin and watched him fall to his knees. She ran to the door, but discovered it was locked. She turned to see him throw the key up high in the light fixture where she couldn't reach it.

Temari looked up at her father fearfully and then grabbed her and groaned. He punched her in the face and watched her fall limply to the ground. He forced her to her feet and then ripped open her shirt and laughed at her. "My daughter is weak. I should fix that." he chimed as he picked her up and forced a kiss onto her lips.

Temari struggled more as he held onto her. His hands went down her hips and pulled them closer to her. He smirked at her as he kissed her neck, ripping open her shirt more and more, then went to work on her skirt.

She pushed him away, or tried to and then screamed at the top of her lungs, as high pitched as she could. She struggled and then started crying as she felt his hands explore her body.

He punched her in the stomach and she fell onto the floor, limply. She stopped moving and her cries grew softer as her father picked her up and rested her on his bed and leaned over her, kissing her neck. "I love you baby girl." he said, biting down on her neck, drawing blood from her.

The door broke open from a fire jutsu and a couple dozen Shinobi ran in. They forced the Kazekage off the small girl.

Baki's eyes widened. He had never expected to see Temari in that room. He picked her up, wrapping the sheet of the bed around her and brought her to her own room and put her down on her own bed, trying to stop her crying.

The Kazekage was knocked out and five female nurses and medical nin came to examen Temari. Thankfully, she hadn't been raped, she had just been banged up a bit, but otherwise was fine. She was afraid of her father and fell asleep from the traumatic experience not to long after.

- End Flashback -

Temari came back to reality when she heard someone call her name. She looked up at Daiki and then smiled at him. "Hey." She stood up, put the small rag in her pocket, and put her over exaggerated fan inside of her obi so it was resting on her back.

"Want to go for a walk around the village?" She asked, smiling up at him. "I could really use a walk." She said, smiling. She didn't like doing nothing, and sitting down doing nothing for a long period of time made her tense. So she needed exercise to work out her muscles.

Daiki nodded. "I do." he said, waking beside the exotic sand princess towards the entrance to the village.. He didn't want this to look like a date, but most of the teams stayed away from the borders of the village and so did the council. So he was safe to walk around with her for a while.

He wasn't sure why she had asked him to do this, but he shrugged and figured it would be ok. It didn't mean anything and it was of pure innocence that he had asked him to do this. Right?

"Temari?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I want to ask you something." He said, watching her.

She turned to look at him and smiled. "What is it?"

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A/N: A rather short opening to a rather odd story, but it will be a cute and random one.