Disclaimer: Okay, okay. I, of course, do not own Naruto because if I did, he would be tied up in my bed right now with dear Gaara in the next room with Kakashi, Itachi, Iruka, Kankuro, Kiba…

I lifted the handle of my fan over my shoulders—all set to go to Konoha…and see Shikamaru. My heart started to quicken its pace. Dammit, calm yourself… I held my hand at my heart and breathed in through my nose and out my mouth. At about a minute or two—which felt like hours to me—I finally calmed down. A sweat trickled down my forehead, down my cheek, to the ground. I've been concentrating on my heart that I haven't realized how hot it is here at my home. I walked outside for some fresh air. I gave out a soft chuckle. Damn, it's even hotter outside.

Eh, Shikamaru can wait a few more minutes and three days, I think. I dropped my huge hunk of metal for a fan to the ground and positioned my body so I could be next to my fan. I then plopped myself to the ground and took a gander at the calming sky-scenery before my eyes. To make myself more relaxed, I moved my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. I let out a sigh in content with a smile on my face. This feels great, I thought. No wonder why Shikamaru can be such a lazy ass… But as soon as I was about to fall into a dreamland, I heard an irritating voice calling my name repeatedly, shaking my body at the same time.

"Oy, oy! Temari! Temari! Wake up!"

I lazily opened my one eye as slow as possible, wondering who in the hell was annoying me and why I had to waste my energy opening my eyes—boy, I've been spending too much time with Shikamaru—only to find my puppet-obsessed brother, Kankuro, smiling.

"Did I wake you?" He innocently…I mean…"innocently" asked.

"Do you enjoy ruining my moments of peace and quiet?"

He shrugged. "Eh, I find it rather amusing, actually."

I groaned. "Notice how I emphasized the words: peace and quiet!"

"And?" He "innocently" asked…again. Little brothers…ugh!

I shooed him away with my hands and lazily rolled to my side. "Go away. I'm trying to sleep." I heard him chuckle.

"Wow, Temari. You're really becoming like that lazy ass—what's his name? …Shikamaru?" He chuckled again. "And speaking of Shikamaru…"

My eyes shot open. I think I got the message.

"SHIT!"

I quickly grabbed my fan off the ground and stood up. Mumbling incoherent words to my brother, I also sent him a mental message: Only I get to call him a lazy ass! I then started quickly fix my clothes and hair, making sure not one little wrinkle or hair was out of place. What am I doing, getting ready for a date? I mentally blushed at the thought with high hopes.

Finally finishing the last touch-ups, I sent one last glare at Kankuro before raising my head up high and began to walk to my destination of Konoha. After a few paces, I was stopped when I saw, well, my irritating brother once again, in my way.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Uh…Do I really need to answer that?" I replied.

My brother glared at me, square in the eye, then moved his face towards my ear. I could feel his hot breath against my ear, giving cold shivers down my spine. Wait, what—

"I don't think so."

"What the h—"

But before I could finish, Kankuro then snatched my fan from my shoulders.

"Kankuro, what the hell are you doing?" I asked again for what seemed to be the thousandth time.

"It's the only way to make you vulnerable. Fire Style! Phoenix Flower Jutsu! (A/N: Yeah, I know. English translations are bleh, but I'm too lazy to research the Japanese meaning and everything…)

Whoa…wait a minute, I thought, dodging his attack. A fire element technique? I thought only Sasuke…no.

Smirking, my so-called brother seemed to have read my mind.

"Figured it out yet, dear sister?"

I spat at his feet. "I should've known…Sasuke!"

Again, he smirked and before I could blink, he was behind me with his breath against my skin, this time feeling vile. He whispered, making sure to annunciate every single consonant and vowel:

"Guess again."

Quick as lightning, he started to make techniques to try to defeat me, but I knew that I was better than this…poser. But my game was a bit off…okay, maybe a lot. Without my fan, as this guy predicted, I am vulnerable. Without it, that already eliminates my use of my most powerful techniques. As I kept dodging all his attacks, I tried all that I could to figure out his little game…but dammit! I was not used to this! I needed to attack him somehow but I kept getting hit! Dammit, I need to get him somehow…

"Dear Temari, you can't keep running away from me!" he cackled and attacked in the middle of my landing.

"Agghh!" Caught off-guard, I felt the pain rushing from my landing foot to the rest of my body. Unable to support myself any long, I fell, face first. Shit, I knew that if was to be hit one more time…I was done for.

"HA! One more hit from me, and you're surely done for," Mr. Hot-Shot pointed out. Boy, this poser really loved to state the obvious.

Dammit, get up! I commanded to myself. Struggling to simply lift my head from the ground, I knew the least I could do was to mentally send evil thoughts and curses to this troublesome bastard…

"Yahh, Temari, dear. It's not nice to send such evil thoughts to your dear brother, now, is it?"

Before I was to be knocked out, I needed to know more information. Hopefully, more information about this guy.

"What do you want from me?" I heaved, feeling some grains of sand that entered my mouth.

He pranced his way to me and sat on my butt, taking hold of my right arm. Seriously, was the butt-sitting thing that necessary? "That's for me to know…" he then twisted my arm not hard for it to break, but hard enough for pain, "…and for you to find out."

I squeezed my eyes shut and winced in pain. For the third time, he whispered in my ear. I was really getting sick and tired by him being so repetitive and seriously, if he kept breathing on me, I believed that that would be the final blow to knock me dead.

"Still going to Konoha, dear sister?"

I widened my eyes. Shikamaru… I could feel him smirk. Disgusting pervert.

Then, as I felt his hot, stinky breath getting closer to my ear, I was getting ready for another one of his stupid, obvious remarks and comments—but instead felt his slimy, nasty, filthy tongue lick the shell of my ear.

My eyes quickly shot wide open and I twisted my body to get out of his grasp away from him as fast as I could. I made a face at him. He just smiled his dumb smile from ear to ear.

I looked at him from head to toe then back to his ugly face. He may look like my brother, Kankuro, but I know that's not him.

He did a gay pose that models would use.

"Checking me out? Like what you see? I never knew you felt that way about me, dear sister."

"Like hell I would," I sneered. I wiped off his disgusting drool off my right ear and neck with the back of my left hand, since I was unable to use my right arm.

Mr. Hot-Shot took note of this. He made a childlike pose in defence, looking as if he did nothing wrong and didn't know anything. "Can't use your right arm any longer?" he shook his head, "Shame, shame. Ah well…" he gave a death glare square in the eye, "all the better to defeat you, my dear."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "So, you're an apparent shinobi, a poser, a pervert, a rapist, and a retard? I'm impressed. I've never seen or met a piece of scum as dense as you are that can be so many things!" I raised my hand to my O-shaped mouth to look non-guilty and cute.

He obviously didn't seem to enjoy my comment by the look of his face which made me smile in victory. Then he smirked which made me frown. …In defeat? Damn this guy is twisted.

He then added to my list, "Don't forget a kidnapper."

"Oh, shit." Running as fast as a I could, not caring where I was going, I ran. Ran as far as my legs would carry me…just as long as I was away from this…creep.

I thought I finally got away from him so I stopped to catch my breath.

I was wrong for the third time today.

I heard a hoarse whisper, "You'll regret ever trying to get away from me, dear sister… See you soon." He then cackled and nicked me where my shoulder and neck joined.

I blacked out.

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Anyways, so this was, like, from… two years ago? So yeah, I come back to this story just to get some minor touch-ups goin' on and some editing and revising here and there since I know for a fact that I had a LOT of grammatical errors in this one chapter!

So yeah, a little background for this story: I was hangin' with my friend in her pool and we're totally into Naruto so we did a little role play thing… [ She was Temari, I was Hinata ] And, well, a story emerged from there! Once again, this was from two years ago, so I'm not really sure if I'm totally able to remember what the heck we even did during that time. I'm sorry! But I'll totally try to get this story done as soon as possible! …Maybe… But yeah! Keep reading and keep reviewing! Oh, yeah, and check out my friend's splurge on anime here:

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