Disclaimer: If I owned naruto, all ninjas would be required to wear tiny miniskirts.
" I don't think you're gonna want to hear this, but, um" Tenten was rambling. Temari fixed her with a cold stare, she was unwilling to say it, but she had known it was coming, she herself had been contemplating it for months while apart, but the last few weeks had seemed to promising…
"Yeah?" don't show any emotion, don't let her get to you.
"Well, we were really great as friends, but, romantically, not so much" you didn't seem to mind last time we saw each other.
" I have to agree, we would be better as friends, I've been thinking the same. It just didn't… spark" smirk, deep smooth voice, you don't care, you DON"T care!
"Well, see you around," whore.
Well, yeah, you know you took it a lot better than I thought you would have Temari,"
"I'm pretty cool about these things" shows that you never really knew me, like I'd let me pride suffer a blow like that.
"Well yeah, see ya."
"Bye," smirk, leave.
That was two weeks prior. Temari still hadn't cried. Or even really moped properly. There was no point in mourning for her virginity. That much she had given away willingly, hadn't she? She had gained six pounds in those two weeks, and she had been chronically cheerful. She was flirting shamelessly with everything she came into contact with, even Shikamaru, who was like a brother to her.
She was pretty disappointed with herself, disgusted, really. She was Temari of the sand; she was better than that, wasn't she?
Oh, of course not. She was, as her journal would affirm, a slut. Tenten was weak. Far weaker than her, and an average ninja. Temari could kill her without a second thought. And yet, she still submitted to her, like some simpering little girl! It was embarrassing, it was out of character!
Temari did things for reasons. She fought for her brothers, she argued to prove herself superior and she bowed to prove a point. To erase a bad mission from when she was still a girl. Just to prove a point, and now, her point was proven and she could move on.
Just keep telling yourself that, muttered a voice in her head. You liked it.
Obviously, Temari didn't do things she didn't like if she could avoid it. No one did. So why couldn't this just go away, she never felt a great emotional attachment to the other girl, just the idea of the other girl.
Yet somehow, she still felt used, and abandoned.
was puttering around, nagging her brothers, and trying to get things done, but as soon as she stopped, she felt it, for absolutely no identifiable reason, because Temari had decided long ago that sex didn't matter. She felt so stupid, so unlike her self, so hollow.
Maybe, all of that hadn't been such a good idea.
A/N: Doesn't that just feel like it should come along with a lecture about waiting until your ready? It doesn't, it was just a random thought that got turned into a rambeling fanfic.
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