This idea came to me after listening to the song, "She's Like The Wind" from the dirty dancing soundtrack. I had to write something about it and this was the outcome.

She's Like the Wind

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She's like the wind through my tree
She rides the night next to me
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart
But she doesn't know what she's done

Temari was always a woman of wonder. I was curious. I don't think she knew of the power she had over me. It was like, even though I didn't like to exert myself, I would if she asked. I remember we would meet some nights during our breaks from mission. Nothing too serious. We would talk, maybe play a game of shogi and before dawn, we would part ways.

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

I think I learned the hard way that she wasn't to be tamed. She was unstoppable. You'd think that with a brother who could tear her limb from limb and another brother who was on par with her, she would learn some sort of discipline.

But no.

She wasn't to be tamed. I remember the night I called her troublesome over a game of shogi. And for all intents and purposes, I truly meant it. She was the definition of the word. She had come too close then, over stepping the line we had drawn; silently of course, both agreeing without actually voicing it. I could fell her hot breath on my cheek as my eyes strained to catch hers. She had whispered something, so soft it was hard to hear.

"I'm the wind," and I knew then and there that she would never be tamed. And that I also loved it.

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she'll stop the pain
Living without her
I'd go insane

The morning I arrived home, my mother had realised I was out and bombarded me with questions of my whereabouts. She got one answer. "It was windy out." I remember going up stairs and into my room, the cream walls were draped with pictures of my team and my Sensei's child. I had one mirror, hanging on the wall opposite my bed. Every night, before I left to meet her, I would stare at myself in the mirror, asking myself the same question over and over again.

"Is she really out of my league?"

And I felt her breath in my face on the last night I saw her for over twelve years. She told me she was training to become ANBU and that she couldn't leave her village. I understood. She was like the wind, becoming stronger and stronger, tearing roots of trees from the ground.

She had whispered again into my ear; the same thing she had said before. She kissed me that night. I remember watching her leave, our game of shogi abandoned. The sway of her hips was tantalizing and I couldn't help but regret letting her go. Before her figure was completely shrouded in shadows, she turned around to face me. I could see her eyes shining in the sun behind her as it rose on the horizon. Her mouth opened, forming the words that only she could speak with so much confidence that it was scary.

"I'm the wind Shikamaru, but I'll be blown back to you again someday."


So what did you think? Feedback is greatly appreciated. I think this is the first fic that I've ever written that isn't "happily ever after".. Strange XD