Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Note: …remember the original 'Precious Gifts'? Got deleted… sorry.
BUT, I had read it over once again for old time's sake (before I permanently deleted it)… and I had decided to do a re-make! No more birthday chapters, little change to the plot… but totally more kick ass! (I hope)
I will bring back some dead people, though
-O.O-
Rain began to heavily crash down onto the ground and soaking everything out there, Temari was of no exception.
Beads of water swiftly slid down from her arms. Her clothes tightly hugged onto her body, and her hair plastered her face and clung on her shoulders. It was cold outside, but she never bothered herself to go in for shelter or to even hug herself in a desperate effort. She just stood out there, glaring at a sight she would never have wanted to see.
The man she could ever willingly love was sitting there all warm and comfortable with a woman she just wanted to kill with her own bare hands right now— Temari sworn she killed that bitch before, but she came back and had asked for forgiveness because she was just "mind controlled". Total bullshit.
The girl dangerously flirted with him non-stop; playing around with her long red hair to give off a seductive look at him, making sure she was lowering that strap on her dress low enough to make him catch onto her cleavage. To Temari's relief, nothing seemed to affect the lazy man.
Temari's eyes drifted down to the floor and she pathetically laughed at herself. She called it off, right? She broke the whole thing. She agreed to what the red head had said to her all those months ago, and it wasn't just her who had tackled on the subject. So why was she here all alone and cold and angry?
On her birthday even. Wasn't she supposed to go and celebrate, invite a few friends out to dinner, and forget all her troubles?
Temari started berating herself. 'You're just being a moron about this; you were the one who ended the whole thing. You were the one that told him that it's impossible to fathom the relationship—' her eyes started to soften '—you were the person that broke his heart…'
"Trouble—" she stopped midway. Damn, he was rubbing off on her…stupid bastard and his bitchy, chauvinistic ways. A sad smile crept up on her face.
Temari looked up again through the café's wide window. She grimaced when the slut inched her hand closer to his. She wanted to walk off, buy a muffin and put a candle on it and celebrate her birthday on her own… maybe invite Naruto and Sakura over or something. But she can't. She couldn't. She just—
She would never.
-O.O-
And everything stops there. So… what do you think?
Too short for my liking, but it's all in my plot of evil. Muahaha!
This is now an AU fic and is going to be a bit supernatural-ish. No more ninjas.