Temari awoke to the sound of loud banging. Then yelling.
"Shit," she cursed scrambling up from the floor. As she kicked the sheets off her body she heard the yelling again. It was Kankuro.
The Konohanians had been raiding her home town of Suna for about two months now. Half of the population of the town had already disappeared. Not that there were many there to begin with; they used to call it a country- now, it was more like a shanty town. Luckily, Temari and her brothers had managed to fight off the bastards ever since the raids began. But it was getting harder to do so. Every time they came they brought more men and she saw that they were getting younger and younger.
It had been just over a week since the last attack on her home. They had taken her youngest brother. Kankuro had been hit over the head, hard. Whilst she was attempting to pull him off the soldier, they had taken Gaara. Her brothers had always told her to stay back whenever they were fighting. If she got captured- well, there was only one thing that happened to young girls.
The worst that would happen to the boys if they were captured would be likely to involve some form of weapon construction or maybe even being enlisted to fight. But she had heard stories of what had happened to her friends. Most of them were either sent to brothels or to houses to become slaves to the rich families back in Konoha.
She ran through to the one other room that made up their dirt house. There were three soldiers in the room and Kankuro was attempting to fend them off by swinging a leg of a chair at them. Temari ran straight towards the group of soldiers and kicked the nearest one right in the stomach.
"Bitch!" she heard the soldier exclaim as he fell. She turned her attention to the two cornering Kankuro. She pushed her way past her eldest brother and jumped on the back of the taller soldier attempting to tackle him to the ground. Whilst she was grappling with the soldier, she was grabbed by the hair and dragged out of the house.
Temari kicked in front, behind, every way her legs could reach. She was flailing her arms helplessly.
"Let go of me you fucking bastard!!" she screamed.
"Temari!"
She turned her attention back to the door of the house to see Kankuro struggling against the two militia holding him.
She couldn't help it. She never cried. Not even when Gaara was taken. She merely got mad. Furious even. And started saving for a shotgun if those Konoha fucks ever came again. But she was crying now. Angry tears made their way down her face as she continued to kick and scream in anguish.
Shikamaru glared at his tutor who merely looked back at him expectantly.
After a yawn, just to illustrate how pathetic he thought this particular lesson was, he decided to reply.
"So you're honestly telling me that the reason Konoha soldiers go running into that shanty town every week is in defence of the realm? This war has been going on for over six years now. The Sunan army officially surrendered two years ago. The place has been turned into a wreck in the middle of the desert and you're trying to get me to believe that there's still a war going on? As soon as the Hokage personally knifed the leader of their army the war was over. That was at least three years ago."
Asuma smirked at him.
"You say this every time we have this lesson, but six years ago Suna bombed our weapons factory. They started this war. We're merely finishing it."
"Again, I understand that you're trying to play the devil's advocate, but really you're just making yourself sound stupid. All of Konoha's population knows that this war is pointless. The army is continuing it purely to decorate their own homes with gold looted from Suna, and to rape the women that are still left there," Shikamaru finished wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"I suppose we can end it there," Asuma replied. This debate had taken a nasty turn and he found that he didn't really want to continue it. "I can tell your mother that I'm satisfied that you'll make a fantastic lawyer or politician someday and you can have at least an hour's peace because of it," Asuma said, obviously trying to cheer his pupil up.
"I know Sunan war history isn't your favourite topic," he said pausing as Shikamaru shot him a look, "but your father's a leading figure in the military. It wouldn't look well for you to be totally dense on the subject. Or so your mother tells me."
"And she signs your cheques so she's automatically..."
"The boss," Asuma finished for him, "yes. Well, no homework for the weekend."
"You say that every weekend," Shikamaru complained, "tell me no more homework ever and....."
"Not a possibility," Asuma said wryly, "your mother still reads your essays. Well, I'll be off. It's almost five," he finished in a murmur.
"Hot date with that woman from the arms factory?" Shikamaru asked smirking.
Asuma chose not to reply and merely slinked out of his student's study blushing.
The blonde sat up and rubbed her head. Her eyes were still blurry and her head hurt like hell.
They've drugged me, Temari thought as she tried to gain her bearings. Attempting to place her weight on her shaky legs resulted in her falling over and banging her head again.
As her eyes swam with dizziness she heard someone talk.
"You're awake," the voice said. It was female- that was odd. Oh fuck, that meant she was in a brothel.
"The first person to put their hands on me loses a finger," she said attempting to sound threatening.
"Oh calm down, no one wants to screw you here. You flatter yourself," the voice said.
Temari's vision cleared and she saw that she was sitting in a cell. She looked at the woman talking to her. The brunette with two buns as a hairdo was dressed in a Konoha army uniform, swinging a knife on her right hand and smiling. Temari couldn't work out if it was a vicious smile or not.
"A female in the army, that's original," she spat out. "Tell me, how many male officers do you fuck per night?"
The female smile grew wider.
"You're feisty. They'll love you in Konoha. Most of the Sunan whores spirits have been broken already. I'm sure the male population will love someone with a little fight left in them."
Temari was about to launch herself at the cell bars when she heard the door to the room opening.
"Ten Ten," a voice said as a male entered the room. "Are you coming?"
Temari studied the man. He was also dressed in an army uniform but had longer hair than she had ever seen on any male.
"Or maybe you fuck just one?" Temari shot out, studying the look on the brunette's face.
Ten Ten glared at her but failed to hide the small blush rising on her cheeks.
"We'll see how smart you are tomorrow blondie," she said walking towards the man. She gave Temari one last look as she exited the room.
"Shit," Temari whispered as the tears grew in her eyes.
What the fuck was she going to do?