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Monster.
Sometimes, Temari enjoyed being a bitch.
It helped that she was overbearingly standoffish and the Kazekage's brother. Less people bothered her because they thought she was stuck-up.
Which she was, to an extent.
Temari had been reared to believe in entitlement, namely entitlement she was included in. The high-sense of society had faded the older she'd gotten, but nonetheless, remnants still remained.
Other people, mostly other kunoichi, saw Temari and saw a cold and calculating individual with little emotional range or sentimental feelings.
This was a misjudgment.
Temari had a kind soul, deep down. She showed it most frequently to her brothers, feeling obligated to take over their mother's role in looking out for them.
Even with her secret, kind soul, Temari still reveled in being a bitch.
It made her feel mean, and kept her in check by reiterating that she was cruel and that she was who she was.
Inside, even the kindest people have a dark side where all they want to do is hurt other people to satisfy themselves.
Temari blinked against the bright desert sunshine, her mouth a grim line.
She considered Shikamaru, his bag packed to head back to Konoha.
"Glad we got to talk," she said flippantly.
Shikamaru stared at her, seeming unsure of how to gauge her mood.
"You were busy and so was I," he replied.
Temari shrugged, eyes hard.
"Safe trip," she said with as much venom as she could summon.
She turned without another glance at him and made her way back to the village.
Temari smiled to herself as the hot sand found its way into her shoes.
Only monsters liked to cause other people pain.
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