Call me Emi the 11 yr. old procrastinator. I kill juu?
I decided to make it a DeiTema!
Temari tossed and turned in her sleep. It didn't seem to be the dreamless sleep she had hoped for. Not one bit. She made a small whimper.
Let me out!
Temari struggled against the chains. The cold, chakra embedded, steel sinks into her wrists as she pulls away. Temari cried out, and her blood slides in small streaks down her arms.
Please!
Temari kicks and pulls with all of her might, the metal slicing into her legs and arms.
Temari awoke in a cold sweat, then realized that she had been repeating the last two weeks like a movie you couldn't get enough of. A knock on her door startled Temari out of the trance these nightmares had put her in.
Temari pulled herself together and sat up. "Enter." She tried to sound composed.
The door creaked open. "What's with all the screaming, un?"
Temari blushed out of embarrassment. "I was having nightmares. Gomennasai."
The door opened a bit more and a blonde haired man came in. Temari growled and attempted to tackle him. "I'm going to claw your eyes out!"
Deidara held his hands up in defense. "Hey, hey, calm down! I'm a good guy, un!"
"Not when you killed my brother!" Temari attempted another tackle.
Deidara grabbed Temari'supper arms. "Those were orders, un. Calm yourself."
Temari focused on calming down, and Deidara let go of her. Temari sat on her bed. Deidarasat next to her and smiled.
"Being chained up sucks, yeah?" Deidara asked.
"You wouldn't know." Temari stared at the short carpet beneath her feet.
"I do, un." Deidara laughed. "You don't think I work at this hell hole on purpose, do you, yeah?"
"I suppose not..." Temari trailed off.
"Your tired, yeah?" Deidara grinned. "You go sleep now, un. Nightynight!"
Deidara left laughing the whole way back.
"I hope I get my bite back." Temari frowned. She flopped on her bed and didn't bother furrowing under the sheets. She passed out, deep in thought.
Konandid her usual rounds through the Akatuski hallways, and made her way to the living room. Deidara aproached her. "Konan, I have to discuss somethin' with you, un."
"Yes?" Konan inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Its about Temari, un." Deidara informed Konan with a quick flick of the head to signal them moving to a private room. Konan nodded.
Once inside, Deidara looked at Konan. "Did you hear the screaming late last night, yeah?"
"I presume that was Temari?" Konan guessed.
"Yes, un. I didn't ask what she was dreaming about, though." Deidara looked as if he failed.
Konan stared at Deidara blankly. "Why did you not ask?"
Deidara bit his lip. "She looked distressed, yeah."
"Hn." Konan began thinking. "I'll talk to Pein-sama about it."
"Hai, un." Deidara smiled.
Temari awoke with a soft grunt, slowly taking the eight steps out of bed. 1: She realized she wasn't in chains. Shocker! 2: She yawned quite noticably. 3: She decided whether she would get up or not. 4: Her answer was yeah, she probably should. 5: Temari stretched, well attempted to, while laying down. 6: She slowly but steadily flopped her hand around feeling for a soluid object to assist her in sitting up. 7: Once sitting upright, she groaned. 8: She set aside the soft sheets and curled her toes when the neutral air surrounded them.
"Where am I?" She mumbled to herself. "Am I in heaven?" She questioned, still not awake enough to register that it was not close to heaven. "Nah, it can't be. Too cold and I have neck pains."
A knock on the door startled her into jumping. She made a small squeak. The door brushed open. A red haired man about 25 or so shuffled through the opening he had made and began seaching through the papers. He didn't so much as glance at Temari and grunted an approval. He had found what he wanted. He pulled out a few papers and a few rolls of...twine? They glowed bluish.
"Hey!" She snapped. "What the hell are you doing!?"
He turned his head for a brief second, and continued on his way.
Temari growled. "Asshole."
She swept her legs off the bed and her feet barely touched the concrete flooring. "Cold!" She yelped. She rose wobbly anyways. Temari took a couple steps towards the door, and changed her mind. "I need the map." She filed through mountains of papers and frowned. "Where the hell could it be?"
Temari backtracked since last night and the map. Where could she have lost it? Temari checked under the bed, behind the dresser, in the drawers. Then it hit her. That red haired guy had the map! He had the carefully highlighted map with him!
"That bastard." Temari hissed under her breath.
She clawed through the drawers yet again and pulled out a pair of jean shorts that reached just below her underwear. It had a small rip on the side of the leg and the shortness of the pants looked as if it was literally shredded, but Temari though it would do. She continued digging through the drawer, and just as she was about to give up she spotted a black t-shirt with a three side-by-side bloody rips on the back and one on the stomach.
"Was the person who wore these before attacked by some sort of weapon?" She wondered aloud.
No matter, she had to find a way to get to that god-forsaken bitch. She still remembered a few taijutsu techniques. Just a few. She threw on the clothing she had found. Without thinking clearly Temari stormed out of her room and randomly turned and twisted through the hallways. Before Temari realized it she had been terribly lost.
"Where am I?" Temari wondered aloud.
"Shouldn't be asking that, heathen!" A voice hissed from behind the girl.
Temari spun on heel and flung her foot in the direction of the voice, landing a solid but slightly feeble kick of the temple of her 'stalker'. Her ankle was grabbed harshly as she attempted withdrawing her leg to run.
"Oh, no you fucking don't!" He yelled and twisted her ankle to an awkward position with her leg high facing down. Temari yelped and tripped. A pale hand swept Temari's arm from colliding with the concrete ground, and pinned her roughly against the simmilar walls.
"Do you think I fucking captured you for nothing?!" He spat. Temari cringed.
"Answer me!!!" The silver-haired man swung a hand at Temari's face. She closed her eyes tight, waiting for the collision.
When the pain never came, she glanced up at the hand, now bound by a another hand. "You didn't think you'd get away with that, did you, un?!"
Deidara chuckled. Hidan growled.
Temari threw her opposite knee to the silver-haired man that smelled of beauty products less-protected areas.
He knelt over in pain. "B-bitch!" He grunted.
Deidara's eyes widened, he let go of Hidan's wrist. Hidan ran down the intricate hallways and slid past the corners. Deidara covered his sensitive parts and stuttered, "D-don't kick me, yeah!"
Temari smiled at Deidara. "Thank you. Do you think you could direct me to a red-haired bastards room?"
Deidara choked on air. Temari would've been worried if she couldn't tell he was laughing. "Wh-what, un?! You mean S-Sasori, yeah?!" Deidara chuckled.
"Sure." Temari frowned, unable to see the humor in this situation.
Look familliar? Of course, I didn't like how short it was, so I fixed it! R&R PLOX!
