If you go,
I will stall
Temari was tip-toeing on the verge of losing consciousness. She stood with her feet dug snugly into the ground, her powerful fan outturned and taking the brute of the impact from Madara Uchiha's otherworldly Susanoo chakra. Being so close to the fireball justu he had just recently expelled in spite of her attack against him, the sand kunoichi regretfully hadn't had enough time to get out of the way before Madara began offing people around her like flies.
Her eyes were shut too tightly to really get a grasp of all that was happening around her, but she could assume a large majority of the Allied Shinobi Forces had already retreated to form a battle plan. Temari had likely already been left for dead, and that was if anyone had even noticed she was gone at this point. What had it been, only ten, fifteen minutes at the most? That wasn't enough time for anyone to garner much concern for her. Her two brothers had more important things to do than worry over their big sister, and who else really even knew her by name? The lot from Konoha that she had all met at one time or another were more than likely split up, their thoughts undoubtedly elsewhere at this point in the battle.
Madara's chakra grew even more intense, pushing her heels backwards even further. It was at this moment Temari met her resolve, and realized that truly the only way to make it out of this was by herself. Nobody was coming to rescue her, and she was incredibly stupid for ever thinking so.
Slowly and methodically, Temari began inching backwards. She was careful to keep her fan raised protectively in front of her, but still frowned every few moments as a new rip would form on her favorite weapon of choice. Things seemed to be going well for a few minutes, the sounds of battle growing louder only encouraged her, meaning she was getting closer to her goal
That is, until she managed to hear a faint thump coming from directly behind her, near enough to startle her. It sounded as if something had… landed?
"Is someone there?" Temari voiced loudly. She hesitated a moment, waiting to hear a response but then feebly residing to believe it was only her imagination. Taking in a deep breath and gritting her teeth, the sand kunoichi took another cautionary step backwards - stumbling as she realized she had just walked right into someone.
They locked strong arms around her neck and torso, forcing her to drop her fan and powerless to do much else as she was immediately hit with the full force of Madara's chakra still swimming around her.
"Don't worry!" an unsettlingly giddy voice spoke far too enthusiastically in her ear, "You'll be safe soon, Temari-chan."
Feeling far too nauseous to become very alarmed at whatever that statement implicated, Temari closed her eyes involuntarily as she felt the wind shift around them, signalling a change in setting as she no longer sensed the overwhelming chakra of Madara's Susanoo.
As her consciousness left her, Temari only wished that she would wake up in the medical tent.
AN: Okay so this is a really short first chapter, but I swear on everything that every chapter following this will be at least triple the size! It's just that I liked this as an intro, and I didn't like how it looked leading into the next part.
So this story clearly takes place during the Fourth Great Shinobi War, specifically around Shippuden episode 360, I believe? I will also mention that this fic is heavily inspired by an amazing fic called Dancing Winds by DSaph. You definitely don't have to read that one to understand what happens here, but I recommend it a thousand times over if you're as big of a Temari fan as me!
The title of this fic and snippets at the beginning of the chapter are from the Sia song, Blow It All Away. The next few chapters are already written, and should be out shortly!
I will also warn you guys that this story will have very mature themes and some graphic scenes, so please head the M rating.
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