Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters.
Also: In this story Temari and Kankuro are twins ;)
(EDIT): I just realised the format changed all the italics back to normal, so this is a re-upload of the exact same text, as I first published.
TEMARIS POV
Temari looked out of the car-window and watched the strange outside fly by. She sighed. It sure looks different. The town, where she grew up, didn´t have many colors.
In the desert everything was sand and stone and the wind and sun kept it that way. The occasional vegetation grew strong and stubborn like the people of the desert. It blended with the earthy tones of sienna, beige and gray. No plant in Suna tries to be that pretty, she thought as they passed another rose-bush lining yet another perfectly moaned lawn. The grass was so green it almost hurt her eyes and Konoha was too clean.
In Suna everything was dusty. The people were dusty, the streets were dusty and the very air was either dusty or blurred by the heat. "This place looks like a fucking Disney-movie!", she shook her head, her sand-colored pig-tails sticking up against the too pleasant too humid air.
"Well. It was your idea", her twin-brother chuckled. She boxed his arm causing him to drive a snakeline. "Hey!", he shot her an angry look, but as soon as he returned his attention to the street he stopped frowning and she knew he wasn´t really cross with her.
Temaris youngest brother hadn´t even blinked. He was in the back-seat and since they had gotten into the car this morning he hadn´t moved. Arms crossed over his chest and eyes closed, Gaara had kept his silence all day long. I could almost think he is asleep.
But of course he wasn´t. Her little brother was an insomniac. When he slept for once, the resemblance to their late mother always astonished her.
Gaara was the only sibling, who had inherited the sea-foam eyes, porcelain teint and dark red hair of the woman, who had died giving birth to him. It was ere. Temari was the only sibling with a faint memory of hearing a lullaby and getting a goodnight-kiss before bed. But every blurry vague memory of her mother was of a gentle and loving woman.
Tenderness in the hands tucking her in at night, a warm smile on lips painted the color of her hair and such a genuine laugh. Of the three siblings only Gaara resembled her in coloring, but his demeanor was so different from hers, that he never reminded Temari of her. Especially with the eyeliner.
Temari shook her head. When Gaara was asleep, he was a different person. His features relaxed and the glare, that could easily run chills down her spine, dissolved in a vulnerability, which an awake Gaara never showed.
The few times Temari had found him asleep and managed not to wake him she had always asked herself, if that was the Gaara, they would have known, if their mother hadn´t died and their father had never punished his youngest son for it.
She turned her eyes towards the road again. Before she had realized, that their father also hated Gaara for his resemblance to their mother, Temari had envied her little brother for it. Their father kept the one picture of his late wife locked in his study next to his alcohol, so Temari was left with trying to remember her by Gaara, who somehow looked exactly and nothing like her and Kankuro, who was the only one in the family, who had a sunny character like her, even though he looked like their father.
Kankuro had the dark brown hair and almost black eyes of him, whereas Temari only had a similar temper to him, but looked nothing like either parent. Whenever she thought of her mother it made her sad. Whenever she thought of her father it made her glad.
Since his imprisonment Temari was the head of the family and it had been her idea to move. None of them really wanted to leave their home-town, but ever since Gaara had gotten out of psychiatry the people of Suna had been out for revenge.
Temari wasn´t worried, that some bully with a pocket-knife or some street-gang would actually hurt Gaara. All three of the Sabakuno siblings were fully capable of watching out for themselves. What had her worried was, what her skinny red-head brother might do to the attackers.
So she had decided to move them. Without a parent their household was a liability to the state and the possibility of getting Gaara out of town had been incentive enough to speed up the paperwork and get them a place at a boarding school abroad.
Konoha Academy was apparently a place daft enough to accept a student, who still had court-mandated therapy. Somewhere in the back of Temaris head she had subconsciously formed this image of a crooked dark mansion at the bottom of a hollow, that the sun never reached, with bats flying around and lightning striking the bell-tower at midnight.
Maybe clowns as teachers, she thought and shook of a shiver. Temari hated clowns as much as cheerful people. She had expected they would end up in a school like a Hitchcock-movie, not in fucking evergreen Candyland.
Well, we will see, which is worse, she mused. "I think that was the driveway", Temari pointed out, as Kankuro passed the `Konoha-Academy-Boarding-School`-sign, that had the size of a bus. "Was it?", her twin sped the car up. "Yes! Turn around", Temari commanded. "Okay, okay", Kankuro stopped the car slowly and turned it around not even touching the gas-pedal. Behind them the only other vehicle in sight started honking, while its driver used his free hand to give Kankuro the finger. "Turn the fucking car around!"
"I am"
"Faster, you idiot"
"Now, now. That is not the tone we wanna use at the fancy new boarding-school, young lady"
"Well if we ever got there- Oh! Open the window. Now!". Kankuro complied without complaining for a change.
"What the fuck is your problem, asshole? Never seen a beginner drive? You better take that finger down, where I can´t see it, before I shove it somewhere, you can´t see it!", she yelled at the driver of the other car.
"That was a lie. I have been driving longer than you have", Kankuro smirked at her. "Stop smiling. It makes me want to vomit"
"And we wouldn´t want that".
Temari took a deep breath. He was purposefully annoying her. She knew that. They were driving down the road, still as slowly as possible. Okay. Stay calm, she told herself. One, two three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten, she counted in her head. And there we have it: Proof that therapy is bullshit. "Hit the gas already!"
"But how are we going to live up to our reputation, if we make it on time?", Kankuro mocked her. Temari was just about to chuck him over the head, when- "Quiet", Gaaras eyes had snapped open and there was nothing foamy about them anymore. They looked more like arctic ice. Great, Temari thought. That is going to be one fun meeting with the principal.
"We will be punctual", Gaara dead-panned. "Alright, little Bro", Kankuro killed the engine, when Gaara snaked his arm around his throat from behind and choked him against his seat. "Never call me that again", Gaara hissed.
"That is quite enough", Temari firmly met Gaaras stare. If she had touched his arm, it would only provoke him. It made her nervous, and her hands started shaking, but Gaara couldn´t see it from his position. He shrugged. "Fine", he leaned back in his seat and tilted his head studying her, while Kankuro was busy coughing. "For now", he added and turned towards the window to take a bored first look at their new surroundings.
"Are you okay?", Temari touched her twins arm, while he restarted the car. "Yeah", his voice was a bit scratchy, his eyes watering and he cleared his throat. "I am practiced", he flashed her a reassuring dark-purple smile and she patted his arm. Only once. He did act like an idiot after all.
"Holy shit!", Kankuro exclaimed. He has a point, Temari mused. The giant stone building was... well giant. It looked like a goddamn mountain. The front of the building was lined with rows and rows of huge windows and Temari counted. Five, six- seven floors!
In Suna the tallest building had four floors and it was round and blended in with the surroundings. This school on the other hand...
It was build of cold gray stones, unlike any building in the desert, and the effect of the color was magnified by its sharp-edged square form. Konoha seemed to be a town, that didn´t know sandstorms or earth-quakes. There was no need to make buildings flat and round, as not to give the wind a front to push over.
Something about the large shadow it cast over them, made her feel short of air. She grabbed her fan out of her messenger-bag. With one flick it snapped open, the three lilac moons, that she had painted on the creamy white material, calmed her immediately. Temari refused to believe in anxiety or nervousness. Both were emotions cut out for weak people.
One, two, three flaps with her fan later, she snapped it shut again, avoiding the sharp metal-edges with practiced ease. It had been the first thing she had ever saved up money for, and it had meant a world to her, to be able to buy it at last. Countless hours of work had been spent on it, and she took it everywhere with her.
It is like home. Windy, designed for hot days and resilient. She smiled and put it back in her back-pack. When the color on the outer panels of the fan had finally rubbed of, there had been no question of buying a new fan.
Her fan was a special design. Unlike most fans in Suna it wasn´t made of painted wood, but of metal. The sharp-edged panels had rid her once and for all of the need for a knife. Suna was a rough place and when people like Gaara came along. People, who made enemies, but where to dangerous to be the subject of revenge themselves, their siblings ended up as the one way people sought payback.
Not that Gaara ever cared, if we were hurt for his actions. But, Temari had found out at a young age, that people were simply stupid that way.
"Well, let´s go", Kankuro strode ahead. Despite his bitching Temari knew, that he had liked the idea of moving. The prospect of never having to clean out sand out of his marionettes joints had been half of that. The other half had been, that Kankuro had always planned on moving to a town abroad with a real theater someday.
Temaris twin was an artist. A puppeteer headed for the stage. He had earned the right to the dark-purple of the famous puppeteer-guild of of Suna at a young age and chosen to tattoo his lips in it, instead of the more popular scarf or bracelet. She felt a twinge of envy at his dedication. Kankuro had a dream. Something he worked so hard for . She wished, she had a real plan for her future. Something to be passionate about.
Her twin-brother was a careless person. He never put much thought into how they would survive. when their father spent his money on liquor instead of food. She had been the one to keep them of the streets. She had worked two jobs and run errands for their old neighbor Chiyo after school and kicked Kankuro out to go play for the tourists instead of his room.
Temari had done her best to pacify their father and to be there for Gaara, even if he didn´t want her there and she couldn´t help him. It had always felt like she had a job: Bringing her brothers up. Now, that there was no crisis, but the prospect of a roof over theirs heads, always enough food on the table and an education, not she, but teachers would force on her brothers, her own future scared her.
"Welcome to Knoha-Academy!", a cheerful brown-haired woman greeted them the moment they had passed the front-doors. "I am Shizune, the headmistresses personal assistant. You must be the Sabakunos".
"Yes. Temari, Gaara, Kankuro", Temari nodded in her brothers directions bowed and frimly pressed the offered hand. The woman, Shizune, smiled warmly. "Very well. Please follow me".
They went through the entrance hall, where posters showing happy students engaging in school-activities covered the walls, and plants in hand-painted pots suggested a nurturing creative environment. Temari smiled, when she noticed that they were made of silk.
"This", Shizune stopped at the enormous wooden staircase "is the central staircase. It is one of three running through all the floors", she pointed at a framed plan of the floor, right next to the stairs. "This is a fire-escape plan, just in case. You can find them at the three large staircases on every floor. The rooms are all listed with numbers, so if you get lost just look at the plan", she motioned for them to follow her upstairs.
"The first floor holds the Gym and Auditorium, which both continue to the second floor, and the Cafeteria. The second floor additionally holds the labs and on the third floor the other science classes and all the music and art classes are held."
"Now here", Shizune stopped on the fourth level and Temari was glad for the opportunity to catch her breath "Are social studies, psychology and", she tapped the plan "the nurses office and the guidance counselor, where you will have your therapy-sessions", Shizune directly addressed Gaara now.
Maybe I was wrong thinking the crisis was over, Temari reconsidered her thought from before, when she caught Gaaras eye. Shizune swallowed hard and her smile flickered a bit, before she had it back in place. "Er... okay. Moving on", Temari saw, that the PA still cast nervous glances over her shoulder to keep an eye on Gaara.
Kankuro and Temari shared a look. They knew all to well, how it felt to get that look from their brother.
By the time they reached the fifth floor there was a definite tension in Shizunes neck "Languages and the library", she said shortly. Kankuro offered her a nod and a reassuring smile, while Temari made no such effort. Gaara was one of those people who spend a lot of time in the principal´s office. Shizune might as well get used to him now.
She glanced at Gaara and tried to catch his eye. You knew this was coming, she tried to silently communicate to him, while she prayed, that he wasn´t going to attack the PA right now. Or not at all, if possible. Gaara stared straight ahead, eyes following Shizune up to the sixth floor. He gave no indication whatsoever to even notice Temari.
"This floor holds the dormitories of the younger students. Boys to the east, girls to the west. The curfew in the week for all students below the age of sixteen is nine o´clock. For those above the age of sixteen it is ten o´clock. The doors to the eastern and western staircase at the end of the corridors will be locked at nine and there are chaperons in the common rooms next to the central staircase. So do yourselves the favor and don´t try to sneak out", she looked at them all in turn, quickly avoiding Gaaras eyes and taking a double-take of Kankuro, before continuing up the stairs.
She probably knows a lot of rule-breakers. No wonder she recognizes Kankuro, Temari grinned all the way to the seventh floor. "And here", Shizune motioned to the Receptionists-desk on the seventh floor. It was directly opposite the central staircase, so that the office behind it was directly above the front-doors "the headmistresses office. The dormitories of the upper years are split. Boys east, girls west again", she went around the desk and motioned for them to follow her.
Temari saw, that Shizune lifted her hand in order to knock on the wooden door, bearing a brass-sign, that read "Headmistress Tsunade", but before Shizune could knock a booming voice from the office interrupted them.
"GET OUT!", the woman behind the doors shouted. There were steps and suddenly a fuming blond with glowing eyes yanked the door open and bodily threw a blond boy from the room. Judging by the creases in his orange sweater she had held him up by it.
"No need to be so rude! This is totally an abuse of power, old lady", the blond said. He got up and started brushing the dust from his blue jeans. Temari noticed, that he was wearing orange sneakers, and a girly jewel-necklace. He had extraordinarily blue corn-flower eyes and blond hair sticking up in every direction. Temari couldn´t tell, whether that was just the way his hair was or whether it was a feeble attempt at a "cool" hairstyle. She strongly suspected the latter.
"WHO DID YOU JUST CALL OLD?!", bellowed the blond woman with a strange force, that seemed to vibrate in the air. What is her problem?, Temari thought. She had always thought, that she had a full chest, but the fuming harpy in front of them put her to shame.
"Don´t get your panties in a bunch, Granny. I am going!", the boy stuck his tongue out at her and hastened to run down the central staircase, as the harpy launched in his direction, fists clenched and beet-red in the face- "NARUTO!", she bellowed.
Shizune cleared her throat and effectively caught the womans attention. "What?", the "old" lady asked harshly and straightened out her green blouse. "Erm... Headmistress Tsunade, these are the new students we talked about. Gaara, Kankuro and Temari Sabakuno", Shizune introduced.
Temari actually felt her jaw dropping a little, before she caught herself. She had thought, that the woman, Tsunade, was Narutos mother, who had been called, because her son had gotten himself into trouble. The way she acted, was both to violent and loud for a headmistress... Or really anyone, who teaches minors.
Shizune offered a decidedly cheerful smile to the three siblings. "You have the honor to meet-", she started listing a whole lot of titles, before finishing with telling them, that they could just call her headmistress Tsunade. Temari however didn´t listen in the first place. She had automatically turned to see, how her brothers took the news, that this was their new headmistress. Gaara had raised one of his eyebrows a millimeter, which for him was an excessive use of mimic, whereas Kankuro-
"Ouch!", her brother exclaimed, as Temari elbowed him so hard, that the cat-eared hood of his sweater slipped from his unkempt hair. She couldn´t believe her twin had been ogling Tsunades chest. That was outrageous!
On the other hand, an inappropriate relationship with a teacher is exactly, why Suna let him go with us, despite his talent as a puppeteer. "You are not getting us expelled on day one!", she hissed out of the corner of her mouth.
"Let´s take this inside shall we", Tsunade flashed a tiny smile, and her entire features seemed changed. Gone was the harpy and there was a truly beautiful woman. Temari didn´t think of many fellow females as beautiful.
She didn´t like girls who acted all girly and stupid to impress guys and she thought it was a shame, that the girls who actually had beautiful features were almost always those, who felt the need to plaster on make-up, to the point, where their faces became artificial paintings instead of expressions.
Tsunade had beautiful features once she didn´t contort them anymore. Now that the fury didn´t reflect in them, her eyes seemed calm pools of hazel framed by dark lashes and her long blond hair was pulled back in two ponytails, which hardly any woman could have pulled of.
Temari liked, that Tsunade seemed to share her aversion towards make-up, as the older woman had only used a little mascara and lipgloss to draw attention away from her... face-tattoo? Temari was pretty sure that the blue diamond on Tsunades forehead wasn´t a sign of her commitment to Hinduism.
"So", Tsunade said, as she sat down in her chair. Her desk was far larger and significantly more expensive than Shizunes. Her office had the soothing colors and distinctly stylish wooden furniture a decorator would choose.
The panorama-window behind her desk flooded the room with natural light, the walls were mostly covered with bookshelves and an assembly of expensive armchairs and couches around a coffeetable told Temari, that this was likely the room sponsors, donors and influential parents were also welcomed.
Tsunade searched the papers on her desk for a moment, until Shizune subtly pointed at the searched files, before she left, closing the door behind her. "Right...", Tsunade briefly opened the three files and quickly scanned the first page. The first file was about twice the size of the other two. Gaaras file, Temari suspected.
When the headmistress opened the third file Temari caught a glimpse of a picture of herself at the Kazekages office, pinned to the first page. Where did she get that from?
"Okay. As far as I can see", Tsunade addressed Temari directly "you are the guardian of your brothers?"
"Yes Ma´am", Temari dutifully replied. All three Sabakunos had taken a stance appropriate for addressing superiors, but by Tsunades questioning glance Temari deduced, that in Konoha students weren´t expected to stand up straight and keep their hands folded behind the back, when talking to a teacher.
She unfolded her hands. "May I ask, why you applied to become an emancipated minor, and take the guardianship of your brothers?", Tsunade asked. "We are family. It was the logical cause of action", Temari replied.
"I understand why you would think so", the older woman folded her hands and leaned back in her chair "but why did you apply for guardianship on top of it? I understand being of age in front of the law would have sufficed to grant you rights to rent a place and live there with your brothers. Why also take guardianship?".
"Because I asked her to. Only a legal guardian might sign minors out of psychiatry, before the doctors suggest it", Gaara said. Asked. That is the nicest word he used for threatening yet. Temari had been happy, when after the tiresome court-case their lawyer had succeeded in pledging insanity and Gaara had been admitted to an asylum. She had honestly hoped, that it would do him some good.
She thought that maybe the staff would be able to help her little brother, where she and Kankuro had failed. Quite frankly both twins were afraid of Gaara. He was psychotic. Always changing between emotionless and a blind cold-blooded hatred and rage, that shocked his older siblings. And it isn´t like we could stop him...
In the beginning of Gaaras treatment they hadn´t been allowed to visit, and when finally after two months of unanswered E-Mails they had been allowed to visit, Kankuro and Temari had been surprised. Gaara seemed calm. For the first time in forever he seemed normal. No danger radiating off of him. His posture was relaxed, one corner of his mouth turned up in a half-smile, as he greeted them.
They had sat down opposite their brother, and the moment they were alone, Gaara had grabbed her head, slamming her twice against the table, before grabbing her throat. "You listen to me, you little bitch. You are going to get me out of here. Now!", Gaara had hissed in her ear. And Temari had winced and quickly agreed. It was one of the few moments she had actually believed, that her brother was going to kill her right there and then.
The only thing psychiatry had done for Gaara, was making him a better actor. But yeah, I guess he calls that asking. The memory still sent chills down her spine. With anyone else she would have been furious, but years of experience had taught her better, than to try and get back at him for it.
"Hm. I understand. And why didn´t you apply? I understand you are the same age...", Tsunade checked the second file "Kankuro?", she finished then. "It was a question of character", Kankuro replied with dark amusement in his voice. Tsunade flicked through the following pages, and her eyebrows suddenly shot upwards. "I understand", she said curtly.
"Well having a guardian here is a rare case of luck. Usually it requires a lot of back and forth and mountains of paperwork no amount of Sake can make bearable, to make changes in therapy or classes or even meal-choices for a student", she shook her head, which was lucky, since both twins were rapidly blinking, trying to clear the surprise of their faces.
"Here is a set of the school-rules for each of you", Tsunade handed Temari three neatly printed pages. "I presume Shizune has told you about the curfew?", they nodded. "Very well. Now here at Konoha-Academy all students have a roommate. Usually we try to team you up according to your strengths in school, interests and background, but since you are all transferring in, you were just placed in the vacancies"
"Now there is also the issue, that we usually team up our students in learning-groups of three. Each team gets sorted according to their strengths. Teams are frequently assigned school-projects and homework together. By this Konoha-Academy encourages tutoring and camaraderie within the student body. Legally we aren´t allowed to let an entire team fail, because one fails, but according to your files you are all well aware what a flexible term that is", she smiled sweetly.
"Now Temari and Kankuro you can build a team of two and Gaara, we already picked a team of your peers, that you can join", Tsunade stopped, when she noticed Temari lifting her hand up to ask a question. "Yes?"
"Well we have a similar team-system at Suna Academy and Gaara was always teamed with us. I think it might be the better choice. It has worked in the past", she couldn´t imagine how fast they would be in trouble, if Gaara was forced to team up with three total strangers and actually work with them.
Tsunades hazel eyes narrowed slightly, while her eyes slowly wandered from Temaris anxious expression, to Kankuros annoyance and Gaaras trademark emotionlessness. "Would you prefer that?", she asked Gaara. He nodded curtly and Tsunade leaned back in her chair and thought for a moment. "I will be honest. We usually don´t make exceptions. Teams are also an opportunity to socialize and Gaara already doesn´t have a roommate. I will allow it for now". Temari sighed relieved.
"Now to you two. Temari, your roommate is Tenten Liu and Kankuro, yours is Rock Lee. I planned to have your roommates and Gaaras team show you around, they should be here soon. Here are your timetables", she handed them to Temari, who passed them out.
"If you have any further questions, you can ask them now. After this you will have to ask Shizune or your classmates. I am the headmistress after all".
"Erm", Kankuro had raised his hand, apparently he had stumbled upon the same mistake in his schedule as Temari had found in hers. "I did not sign up for Health-Class or Home-Education. And most certainly not for both", he remarked. "Yes. Well you see, it is a subject at Konoha-Academy. The higher years have Health- and Home-Education. You will see, however, that you are only compelled to take the subjects for one double-period a week. What you will learn in class depends on the teacher".
Temari shared a look of shock with her twin. One double-period a week? Okay, no sweat, you can pull that off, Temari. All those stupid girly-girls are good at that stuff, right? Can´t be that hard then... The truth was, she was horrified. She had never had to do much cleaning or cooking before.
When she had been little, they had had servants to do it, and after their father had fallen from grace and succumbed to alcohol, Temari had worked after school and only done the most basic cleaning.
Which hadn´t made that much of a difference. Suna was a town of dust and sand, and even when she kept the windows closed Gaara always seemed to carry sand everywhere. Of course she had never complained about it, but each time she took a vacuum to the floor, it was covered in more sand than the goddamn desert two hours later!
Kankuro should be fine though. After all he was the one, who did the cooking. Granted, he probably never touched a duster, but still. Gaara on the other hand will be lost like me. She knew that her brother must have done some cleaning, because no one ever dared to touch his belongings, and yet she had only seen his room neat and clean. But if he ever touched a broom or a pot, she and Kankuro had never seen it.
Maybe he cleaned at night. Constant Insomnia must be pretty boring. The door behind them flew open, and a green thing entered in a flash. "Dynamic entry!", sounded a way to cheerful voice, and the figure came to a halt in front of them, one hand on his hip, one finger stretched into the air like a 70s-Disco-Idol. The teenager -it seemed to be a teenager- though his round black eyes looked childish, flashed them a dazzling grin.
His teeth are actually shining! He looks like a freaking toothpaste-ad! For some reason he already annoyed Temari to no end. First girl-accesories in the hallway and now him. Are all guys around here like that? She prayed to the gods, that that wasn´t the case. It wasn´t like Temari was actively searching for a romantic relationship, but the few guys back in Suna, that had dared to asked her out, had been welcome attention. One of them had even been bearable enough to date for a while.
And none of them would ever have worn a green spandex and brown leg-warmers with... is that seriously a red belt? Except for Shizune, who wore a simple enough gray Kimono, every citizen of Konoha seemed colorful to the extreme. That Naruto-guy with his blazing orange, this weirdo here in his green, possibly-fetish-related, horror get-up and even Tsunade, whose blouse was in a slightly milder tone of green had a red circle with a kanji on her back.
"Doors are for knocking, Lee", Tsunade said in the exhausted tone of someone, who explained something for the hundredth time. "My apologies, oh youthful headmistress!", Lee made a deep exaggerated bow, like a character from a childrens cartoon might. Tsunade smiled contently. "You are forgiven". Calling her "young", I should memorize that to smooth things over, once my brothers start getting into trouble.
"And you may enter Tenten", Tsunade gestured towards the door where a girl with warm chocolate eyes and slightly darker hair, that was done up in two neat buns, had waited patiently leaning against the frame. Temari felt her own shoulders relax. Tenten wore normal capri-trousers in black and a light-blue chinese top. No spandex, no kicking doors in, or general weirdness. Poor Kankuro. Lucky me.
Temari wasn´t quite sure, if one of Tentens parents was actually chinese, but her slightly almond shaped eyes, her skin-tone and her clothes gave of the air of at least a bit chinese heritage. "Hi, I am Temari", Temari offered her roommate-to-be her hand. Tentens grip was firm, but polite and she smiled. "Tenten", she said.
They measured each other silently for a moment. Tenten didn´t seem like a very girly girl. She held herself with confidence, her pretty heart-shaped face rather serious and her bangs fell neatly, giving no indication of a girl, who constantly worried about trifles or had a nervous disposition, that had her always running fingers through her hair.
Maybe I can actually make a female friend for once. In the very least living with her should be alright. Temari was glad she didn´t hate her roommate on sight. That happened to her with more than enough people as it was.
"And I am the noble savage of Konoha-Acadamy. Rock Lee!", the creepy spandex-kid dazzled another smile and gave a double thumps-up. Then something dimmed the smile down, and Lee knitted his extremely thick eyebrows. Temari got the impression, that everything about him was extreme. And in an extremely bad way too...
"Are you wearing purple lipstick?", he sounded rather curious than offended. "No", Kankuro hissed the word like a cobra and sounded twice as venomous. Temari smiled. Her brother was prickly enough about his art as it was. Lee is cruising for a bruising. But not in the headmistress´ office. Temari ever so slightly brushed Kankuros sleeve. His neck-muscles remained strained.
"Oh, you are all here already!", Naruto was back. He grinned. "I told Sakura, she memorized Sasukes timetable, so she is bringing him here", Tsunade frowned. "That won´t be necessary. The student in question was already paired with a different team".
Narutos face fell. He looked like a kid, who was told that christmas had been canceled. "But you said, we would get the new guy! You said so. I thought maybe", he paced nervously up and down mumbling to himself. "Okay. Okay. No distracting Sasuke then... I could just ask her... only shot me down twice".
"What? You dare defile Sakuras honor with your class-less wooing?", Lee, who had overheard Naruto too, launched into a horrible sonnet about Sakuras blossoming youth. Temari glanced at her siblings. Kankuros face was caught somewhere between frowning about Lees comment about lipstick, and being disgusted by his hopeless poetry. He was paling with each new line of "The cherry-blossoms blossoming beauty".
Gaara had crossed his arms over his chest and stood with eyes closed, like he usually did. At least he doesn´t let it bother him. Good.
"We should get going, Lee... Lee!", Tenten expertly cut in and dragged Lee towards the door by his arm. She motioned for them to follow her out of the office and through the double doors leading to the girls corridor. Temari was surprised by the length of it. Of course she had seen the building from the outside, but still... It would probably take a minute to reach the western staircase at the end of the corridor. Much more, if it was crowded with students.
"The first room is always for the teacher, who has to chaperon", Tenten waved at the first blank wooden door. All other doors had a brass number attached and a whiteboard. Some were artfully decorated, some just had messages for the inhabitants scribbled under their names.
"Here", Tenten finally stopped at a door two thirds of the way to the western staircase. "Nr. 9. I have black, red, blue and green. But if you want another color, Sakura and Ino have all sorts of them. Like two rainbows and one unicorn-farm", she snorted.
"Black is fine", Temari retrieved the marker from the box at the lower end of the whiteboard and wrote her name on the right side of the board. Tenten had written her name in simple black letters on top of her side. No pictures of flowers, just a few messages, most sprawled in big green writing.
"WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER YEAR OF YOUR SPRINGTIME OF YOUTH! :D
OH AND ALSO: TEAM-MEETING AT THE USUAL SPOT, THURSDAY!- M.G."
"HAVING A COLD IN SUMMER IS A LACK OF EXERCISE, NOT FROM TAKING A NIGHT-SWIMMING-WORKOUT WITH YOUR TEAM. PUSH-UPS, PUSH-UPS, PUSH-
UPS!- M.G."
"TENTEN, MY DEAR COMPANNION. YOU WERE ASLEP, SO I LEAFT YOU SOME CURRY ON YOUR DESK - R.L"
Temari had the sneaking suspicion that "R.L." was Rock Lee. The writing was all in crooked capital letters with spelling mistakes. But who is "M.G."? He also writes in capital letters. "Yeah, the green marker has to be replaced more often", Tenten smiled apologetic and opened the door.
The room was surprisingly nice. Opposite the door two desks sat side by side in front of the windows, right and left were little night-stands, on Tentens side of the room decorated with a framed photograph facing her bed, a novel, a dark orange lampion-lamp with two black Kanjis and a small wooden box.
Temari vaguely registered, that Tentens bed-sheets had a pleasant enough gray-blue, that would go well with Temaris own mostly lilac or purple sheets, and that at the foot of each bed a wardrobe offered place enough for their clothes. "Nice rug", Temari remarked. It was again a simple piece and in about the same blue as Tentens bed-sheets. She didn´t particularly like it, but it was the only thing in the room, that Tenten allowed to cross the imaginary middle-line. Apparently she liked it a lot.
"Thank you", the brunette smiled. "The vanity in the corner is meant for both of us, since your side has the door to the bathroom", she pointed at the vanity by her own dresser, that seemed to hold mail and a bowl with keys, whereas the same space on Temaris side of the room held a bookshelf with a neat line-up of sandals in front of it, and the bathroom-door. The only extraordinary thing Temari noticed was the collection of Kunai, Shuriken and what looked like a very modern sport-bow and arrow nailed to the wall over Tentens bed.
Tenten scratched her neck. "Yeah... I am a bit of a weapons-enthusiast", she admitted. Temari nodded. "Okay. I would like to put my big fan up on my side. It looks like this one, just larger", she pulled her fan out of her backpack and showed it to Tenten. "Oh thank god! I feared you might be like Ino, plastering the entire wall witch flowers, or Sakura, putting up revision-schedules for class".
"Are all the rooms like this?", asked Kankuro skeptically. "Oh, no, my companion! Our room is a bit more energetic!", exclaimed Lee and pointed at Tentens weapons-collection. "A work-out poster up there. Walls in the green of spring! A bar for chin-ups in the door and a yoga-mat right next to the bed for morning and evening exercise. Imagine a-"
"I meant the furniture"
"Oh. Well, yeah that is the same everywhere"
Temari took one last look around and nodded. "Okay, let´s get on with it".
Tenten led them back to where Shizune was residing behind her desk. A pink-haired girl in a red dress, who had bright green eyes, seemed to be arguing with Naruto. She was waving her hands, obviously scolding him. "...getting us out of class, when the whole thing fell through! You interrupted Biology. We have a quiz next week!".
As they got closer, Temari noticed, a third figure, watching the girl, probably Sakura, and Naruto. He was a very good-looking boy with just enough boredom and arrogance in his demeanor to be... cool. There was no other word for it.
He looked cool in a devil-may-care kind of way and wore a dark-blue T-Shirt and black jeans complimenting his fair skin. His jet-black hair stood up in what probably was the look Naruto had failed to archive.
Rock Lee ran ahead to make a fool of himself in front of the pink-haired girl, confirming Temaris suspicion, that it was indeed the infamous Sakura. At least it looked to Temari, like he was making a fool of himself. On the other hand I should be glad. If that idiot wasn´t practically shooting hearts from his eyes at Pinky, I would still be staring at the hot guy.
The guy was watching their group and Temari had the sneaking suspicion, that he was just one look over her shoulder or slight blush away from directing his arrogance at her and throwing her in his fangirl-bin. All the more surprised she was, that he called out after them. "Hey, you. What is your name?"
"Me?", Temari asked and turned around. By the way, how Naruto and Lee stared at the guy, who had now pushed of the banister he had been leaning against, it was not an everyday occurrence. The pink-haired girl quickly looked Temari up and down, eyes hovering over her chest and fishnet-clad legs for a second, and proceeded to watch the black-haired boy, biting her slightly trembling lower lip. Pathetic.
"No", the guy dead-panned, and Temari couldn´t help the brief sinking feeling, that overcame her. At least I don´t look at him like the camel at the oasis. She sneered at Sakura.
"You with the red hair". Gaara who had walked a few steps in front of his siblings turned around. He was watching Gaara then. Interesting. Temari raised an eyebrow at the stranger, whose pitch-black eyes were fixed on Gaara. "What is your name?", he wanted to know. Gaara considered for a second. "Sabakuno Gaara. What is yours?"
The boy looked pleased at the question. "Uchiha Sasuke". Something about the look that Uchiha guy wore now- Cold, determined, eager. Reminded Temari an awful lot of Gaara. Her disappointment from before suddenly seemed silly. She had enough on her hands with one psychopath, she definitely didn´t need another.
And since when, am I impressed by a pretty face, anyway? She scolded herself. Even if it is a very pretty face, she admitted. Her very own psychopath eyed the Uchiha with an actual bit of interest, probably lost on everyone, who didn´t know Gaara the appropriate amount of years, it took to recognize the lifting of the chin my a few millimeters meant some sort of alerted.
Temari was pleased at the quick flash of anger, passing the Uchihas features, as Gaara simply turned around and went on. Spoon full of his own medicine. Sometimes it was nice to be Gaaras sibling. Kankuro and she exchanged a look and raised eyebrows, while Sakura and Naruto both hastily spoke in hushed voices now. Temari heard Sasukes name and knew, that they tried to convince him not to go after their little group.
When she had thought before, that she was glad, that she didn´t have Lee as a roommate, she only learned how much she really meant that, when he opened the door to what can only be called a green hell.
He hadn´t been kidding about the obviously green yoga-mat in front of his bed and the amount of motivational sport-posters and weights was abhorrent. Unlike Tenten he hadn´t been bothered to stay clear of one side of the room and had exercised his personality on everything in the vicinity. Temaris eyes wandered to the photographs above his headboard.
In most pictures was Lee with a guy who could only be his father, or his older self travelled back from the future. The theory of time-travel had always been a bit crazy in Temaris opinion, but seeing these identical haircuts and outfits of green spandex, it suddenly started to look just as probable, as the possibility of two people like Lee being out there.
In a few group pictures she recognized Tenten to her surprise. The calm brunette hardly seemed the type to be friends with Lee. Lee, his father, Tenten and some blind guy with weird pearlescent eyes.
"Shut up, brat!", Kankuro snapped. Temari had tuned out Lees tirade and was surprised to be woken out of her stupor. "I am not staying here", Kankuro dead-panned. He grinded his teeth and took a deep breath. "Gaara?", he asked. Right, Tsunade mentioned, Gaara didn´t have a roommate.
"What do you mean saying here in that tone?", Lee interrupted. Kankuro sneered looking around the room. "I hate green"
"What?", from the look on Lees face, it would have been kinder to just slap him. "H-hate", his eyes were actually filling with tears "Green", he said. "Keep it together, Lee", Tenten chucked him over the shiny black head. Apparently it beat some sense back in.
"I have been wanting the camaraderie of roommate-ship, ever since my last one abandoned me!", said Lee puffing up his chest like a knight in a tournament "I shall concede to", he took a deep breath "repaint your half white", he took a dramatic sigh. "Or purple. Like your lipstick"
"That is a tattoo!"
Temari took hold of Kankuros sleeve and held on to it, even when he growled at her. She was well aware, that he was stronger than her. Strong enough to yank his sleeve free, but she also knew, that his supply of cat-eared hoodies was limited, now that they had left Suna.
And he knew it too, or he would have risked tearing it. Kankuro was hot-headed, always ready to fight. Or to pick a fight...
"Where did his other roommate go?", Temari addressed Tenten. "I thought teammates were supposed to room together?".
"Yes. Neji", the brunette spoke the name carefully dragging it out ever so slightly, as if she cherished saying it. "That is him", the tenderness of her voice briefly showed on her face as she smiled and pointed at the blind guy in the pictures. Temari noted, that in most pictures Tenten was next to him, building a sort of barrier between Neji and the two green-clad lunatics.
"He is our teammate. And that is our tutor. Maito Guy", she pointed at the figure, Temari had tabbed as Lees father. Tenten guessed her thoughts "He isn´t related to Lee", she chuckled "I think Tsunade ran a paternity-test just to make sure. Parents not supposed to teach their own kids and so on. Anyway. Neji and Lee used to room together, but Neji moved out of room nine. He is in room eleven now. His cousin, Hinata, also lives alone. Officially I think they have a sleeping disorder, requiring absolute calm to sleep, but in reality their family pretty much runs this place. Hyuuga Incorporated. You have probably heard of it. They donate loads of money", she shrugged. "Neji loves to be alone. You can ask, of course, but I wouldn´t get my hopes up".
They stopped at room eleven, where Kankuro left a message on Nejis board, that he would like to change rooms, and proceeded down the hall, all the way to the eastern staircase, which was smaller than the central staircase, allowing only one line of students going up and one down at the same time.
Tenten led them one floor down, where Gaaras room was right next to the staircase. The brass sign read "S". "Sickroom", Tenten explained "but the school furnished it with the usual".
Gaara went in shutting the door roughly in all of their faces, and came out twenty seconds later, closing the door behind him. "Get going", he commanded a slightly offended Tenten. Whatever he had done in the room, Temari could only guess.
Tenten shrugged. "Well we are going to show you guys the gym, the cafeteria and part of the grounds, but if you would like to see something specific, like where your first classes are held, you just have to say so"
"I think we are good", said Temari. "Maybe you", Kankuro huffed.
"Where do you guys sneak out to?", her brother asked.
Tenten bit her lip. Rock Lee, who had trodden behind them with his head hanging, ever since Kankuro had scribbled on Nejis whtieboard, perked up visibly. "Oh that-"
"Lee!", Tenten measured them with looks. She was clearly contemplating, whether whoever else was hanging out with, would be fine with it. Maybe she was trying to determine, if that group would kick her out, if she told them. In all honesty, Temari was just glad, that Tenten wasn´t a social-outcast even though she was friends with Lee of all people.
"Let it go. They obviously shouldn´t tell us", Temari said. Tenten blushed. "Erm- I guess it´s alright. A few of us occasionally go to parties in town, the youngers sometimes go to Narutos, or the students meet outside in the woods, and then there are a few nooks inside the school people... well go to", she blushed furiously now, and turned on the spot to continue down the staircase.
Temari gave Kankuro a scathing look, but he only shrugged. The bell ringing throughout the school brought an end to Tentens plan of showing them to their classrooms, since the corridors were suddenly stuffed with students.
While they went down to the first floor, a line of students making their way up passed them. All three siblings were stared at. Their different clothing and new faces drew many a curious look, and Temari was glad, that her brothers with their tattoos and especially Gaara with his eyeliner and haircolor got most of the attention.
When they reached the second floor, Tenten opened a door to the gym. They were in the ranks overlooking the three sections of the giant hall, which was divided into three halls by large curtains. To Temaris dismay the sight of the gym restored Lees personality to its former state. He jogged ahead and around them, while they walked the length of the gym, and told them about all sorts of competitions, that were held at Konoha-Academy.
"Suck it Konoha-High!", he exclaimed, punching the air, when they reached the other side before Tenten lead them down a staircase to where the changing rooms and showers were below the ranks, they had just walked. Like in every gym-class a few students were dawdling behind, trying to "accidentally" miss a few minutes.
"Konoha-High is the local High School. It´s all the way to the south. You don´t have to pass the exam to join. I think you also have an Academy and a regular school in Suna, right?", Tenten asked. Temari nodded, even so a tiny part of herself wondered how guys like Lee or Naruto had passed the test. Maybe Konoha-Acadamy is just not as strict.
"Now you wanna watch the staircases", Tenten said. "I suggest you take your time today. Walk to the classrooms, you have on your first day. It can be quite tricky to be on time. Unless your classroom is next to the central staircase you usually don´t have the time to walk there, so you will be tardy unless you search for the right staircases between the central ones. The music and art classes for example are on the same floor, but the door to the eastern staircase is always locked, and the corridor is divided by a wall, so watch your way down".
Tenten continued to show them the cafeteria and then Lee led them outside to the back-side of the school, where the grounds began. Temari stopped dead in her tracks. "What is it?", Lee asked confused. What is it indeed?
Temari and Gaara had made the trip to the country of fire by plane, and Kankuro, who had driven their car across the border, had picked them up at the airport. Temari had spent the morning in the car watching the green landscape. But airports weren´t exactly famous for their greeneries, and the rest of the ride had been more like watching a movie behind the glass.
Now they stood on a meadow, sloping all the way down to a lake. They followed a path to the right, where a line of trees and several yards of wildflowers in yellow, red and white stood. Temari stared at the tree next to her. It is so different.
She had obviously seen forests in movies and pictures, but the real deal was something else. She wanted to go and inspect one of the strange trees, but the thought how ridiculous that would look stopped her. Keep it together, she scolded herself. She would have time for this later. She couldn´t help but let her fingers brush over the next few trees though.
It was just a thin line of forest, hardly a hundred yards. They followed the path and Temari turned her head to take it all in. The roots marring the earth, the green, the cool of the shadow one or two squirrels. The leaves above their heads were dark-green in the September-sun. How this must look in spring, when everything is fresh...
She shook her head marveling at her surroundings, as a gush of wind suddenly reached them. Her first instinct was, that they must return to the school, and by the way, Kankuro stopped and Gaara squared his shoulders she could tell, they too had felt the instinct.
However it was no sand-storm coming. Nothing that required them to immediately search shelter. The wind is only so loud because of the leaves, she realised. Wind that was this loud in the desert meant danger if not life-threatening sandstorms.
Temari listened closely. She loved the winds of the deserts. Even the raging sand-storms. It was nice to be able to listen to the wind so clearly without the danger of death or constantly getting sand and dust in your face. Maybe we can really build us a life here. Maybe they don´t mess it up.
Before her her brothers unfroze as well, and without Tenten or Lee noticing anything, they left the treeline behind. "Now this is the field. Our famous Konoha-Acadamy-stadion!", Lee made a showy kind of gesture towards it, like the host of a TV-show and started to list sports in the order he liked them best.
Tenten shook her head at his antics, as they made their way around the field, while Lee pointed out, the running tracks and some of the other features explaining to the Sabakunos, that the students chunin-exams would be hosted by Konoha-Acadamy this year.
"They know that already, idiot", Tenten scolded "They transferred from Suna-Academy. Suna also participates in the competitions. Are you allowed to compete? I mean you left your teams behind, didn´t you?"
"We are a team", Temari explained. "WHAT?! I thought you were siblings! Aren´t teams in Suna of the same age?", Lee exclaimed.
"They are", Temari confirmed.
"We aren´t", Gaara deadpanned.
Gaaras tone was final and luckily neither Tenten nor Lee pressed the point why or how they had ended up as a team. By the way they exchanged a look Temari could tell, they were curious though.
Lee and Tenten showed them the mentioned party-location in the woods, the student-garden, where apparently pupils were gardening herbs, plants and flowers, all strange and colorful and then returned to the back-doors.
"So", Tenten said "well the official tour is over, but if you have questions, you are of course free to ask either of us. In five minutes it is lunch-time, if you wanna come...", she left the invitation hanging in the air.
Gaara simply turned around and walked away. "Thanks, I think I am gonna unpack first", Temari excused herself. She was hungry, but she didn´t want to let Gaara wander of by himself just yet. Kankuro however followed Tenten and Lee inside, asking the brunette, if she could maybe point out Neji.
Temari took a deep breath of the sweet wet air and followed Gaara with considerable distance. It was pointless to try and hide her presence, her brother always knew, when he was being followed. If he didn´t tell her off, it meant he didn´t mind her that much.
Gaara walked down the entire lawn towards the lake. Temari was a little surprised. What does he want there? It is just like an oasis, if he was walking to the trees I would get it. They are interesting, but- oh... She finally saw, where Gaara was headed. The lake was surrounded by a little strip of probably artificial beach.
Gaara sat down in the sand and buried his hands in it, stretching his fingers. Temari was unsure what to do. She stood a few feet behind her brother. Obviously he missed home. Temari wasn´t surprised. Gaara loved the desert even more than her or Kankuro.
"We are going to compete for Suna", her brother said. "Excuse me?", now that he had acknowledged her presence she sat down two feet from him, and stretched out her legs on the sand. "The chunin-competition. We are not competing for these tree-huggers", her brother explained. "Oh, that. Well we might not have a choice. We did just transferred to Konoha-Acadamy..."
"I don´t care. You make it so"
"Gaara, that is a bit out of my reach. I-", she started to fan her face nervously and sighed. "I can ask Tsunade, but think about it: Why would Konoha-Acadamy accept us in the first place? They probably did it, to use our talents in competitions. Getting a higher ranking as an academy and so on..."
"I said I don´t care. I meant it"
"So what? Either Tsunade lets us compete for Suna, or we don´t compete at all?"
"What I said"
"But Gaara! Kankuro has been training for this like crazy! He needs it to reach the next level as a puppeteer. Only as a chunin he can find a decent puppet-master to train him further. You can´t expect us to-"
"I can, and I do", he glared at her "We have to compete as a team. We all have to agree. If we don´t compete for Suna, I won´t agree"
"But-"
"No but Temari!", he hit the sand with one of his fists. Like usually it made a little wave. Temari had grown up in the desert too, but she knew no one, who could move sand like Gaara. In his hands it seemed like water. "Sabakuno Temari", he hit the sand again "Sabakuno Kankuro", another hit "Sabakuno Gaara. Sabakuno, of the desert. We aren´t teaming up with the tree-huggers! Kankuro is a puppeteer, he will understand that it is a trade of Suna. Of the desert".
Temari blinked. That was a rare display of family-unity.
"I will ask", she agreed "I don´t like the idea of competing for Konoha myself... We are of Suna. I just hope Tsunade understands that. But if she doesn´t- No, Gaara, hear me out. If she doesn´t agree, we might have to compete for Konoha. She could kick us out, if we don´t..."
"Then let her kick us out. We can always return to Suna"
"We can´t. Or we can. I don´t know... I would just like to let things cool down over there. I kept our house to return to one day. You know that, right?"
"...Yes I do"
"Okay. I will ask Tsunade tomorrow"
"Ask her today. We might just save the unpacking"
"Gaara... You know, Kankuro and I also miss home, yes?", Temari wasn´t always sure, how much emotions Gaara could read in other peoples expressions. Sometimes, when it was important like now, she just had to make sure.
"You made us move. You wanted a clean slate in another town. Kankuro wanted to move to a town with a theater, where he is considered good enough to gain some stage experience. I would have sat it out. Don´t tell me, that that isn´t true. I don´t always know what is real, but I know this is".
Temari swallowed hard. "Yes. That is real, and true too. But we still miss home too. Kankuro is excited now, but in a few weeks he is going to be horribly home-sick. And I already miss the colors. This place looks like the teletubbie-land", she snorted. "Look at this sand", she held up a hand-full "that stuff is so fine you can use it for a bird-bath".
Gaaras expression remained impassive. He closed his eyes and Temari sat silently beside him for a while. She was never sure how to show Gaara, that she cared. She wasn´t a touchy-feely person, and usually she didn´t go out of her way to show any emotion, but elder Chiyo had told her, that it could well be, that Gaara didn´t pick up on more subtle emotions in others.
The problem was just, that when she made an effort, it could always backfire, and it often ended with Gaara using it mercilessly to manipulate or hurt her. Kankuro had told her more than once to give it up already, but as the person officially responsible for Gaara Temari wanted to do a better job, than the predecessor of her position.
I even moved us. A clean slate, nobody knows what happened, nobody knows what we did. Maybe it will be alright in the end. Maybe Gaara does get better with a new therapist. Just one bit of normality.
"Temari?"
"Yeah?"
"Leave me alone and ask Tsunade. Now"
Or maybe one of us will finally kill the other two. She got up and brushed the sand of her tights and lilac dress. And maybe, just maybe she was slightly aiming in Gaaras direction. She straightened out the long dark-red scarf, fastened around her waist, and marched of towards the school.
"Fucking Candyland!", she liked the trees because of the wind, but the flowers? She shook her head, just as her foot got caught on something, and she toppeled over.
Her hands were throbbing from the impact, the exceedingly green grass was poking at her face and by the dull pain in her knees she guessed, that another pair of tights had ripped. However none of that bothered her as much as the fact, that whatever she had stumbled over, was moving. And what was worse warm and moving.
Snakes? Hyena? Right, I am in Konoha. What do they have here? Wolves?
"Troublesome", sounded a muffled and slightly annoyed voice. Temari turned over. A lanky guy with spiky black hair in a pineapple up-do and sleep in his black eyes was rubbing said eyes. Temari, who had just realized, that from his position he could easily peek under her lilac dress, scrambled to her feet.
"What did you kick me for anyway? I thought you were Ino", the guy yawned heartedly. Temari huffed. "I didn´t kick you. You tripped me! What are you doing, lying in the grass, when school isn´t over yet?".
"Is lunch over?", he asked.
"Maybe", she stalked towards the school. Only to hear him walking behind her. She turned around "Are you following me?", she snapped. Now that they were standing she noticed, that he was taller than her. Something that rarely happened.
The guy winced at her volume and scratched his neck. "Calm down", he mumbled almost incomprehensibly and yawned again. "Not like there are many ways to the school, is it?", apparently he was not only skipping classes, but also to lazy to speak properly.
"Excuse me?"
He looked at her for a moment, as if he was collecting his thoughts again. Temari was pretty sure, that he was stoned at this point. "Do I know you?", he asked confused. Apparently his brain had finally processed, that she was new. "I make it a habit not to know people like you", she sneered and marched of. Despite his longer legs he didn´t keep up. Idiots like him never could.
I hope you liked it! I don´t have a lot of experience as an author so feedback is very much welcomed. Also English is not my first language so bear with me ;)