Prologue.
"Temari!"
The Suna kunoichi woke up to her name being called, over and over.
"Where am I?" she thought to herself.
More importantly, where was Madara? Yelling in the palace? The person must have a death wish.
She looked beside her to the copious amount of lounge pillows.
She knew the pillows' patterns: the symbols of the Uchiha's clan. They were the pillows in the bedroom.
She lifted her head up and looked around.
Why couldn't she remembered how she ended up here?
"Temari!"
She was definitely not dreaming.
Something serious had happened.
She pushed herself to her feet with the help of a nearby table.
"Temari!"
The voice wasn't Madara's, which was unusual. No one else could come to see her.
But it was familiar. Very familiar, in fact.
Gaara.
Her younger brother. It belonged to him.
Footsteps closed in on the door.
Without warning, they were broken down and there stood her two younger brothers, coated in blood, dirt and grime.
"Gaara? Kankuro? W-what's going on? What happened?"
She waited for them to run up, hug her, and check if she was alright, but it was none of the above.
Both just stared at her. Their eyes were wide in shock, both focused on her bulging stomach.
Kankuro's face began to redden, his eyes flashed anger.
Rage.
His voice was barely a whisper but she could hear him.
"You can't be fucking serious…We're too late."
He punched an adjacent wall.
Still, Gaara said nothing.
Temari gathered enough strength to walk over to them, but her outreached hand was pushed away.
"Don't touch me!"
Tears threatened to fall down his cheeks.
"Kankuro-"
"No, Tem! W-we gotta get that THING out of you!" he blubbered, "That bastard!"
Temari choked back tears as well.
It was a long, hard year for her being held captive by Madara.
Being his slave.
She was determined to not conceive but it was foolish to think he wouldn't find out about her birth control sooner or later.
First, it was discovered and removed. Then she was punished and impregnated.
It was only six months ago but it felt like a lifetime.
Finally, Gaara spoke up.
"Madara is dead. The war is over."
He said it all without feeling. Short, sweet, and to the point.
She never thought she would see the day. A single tear ran down her own cheek, a look of shock also gracing her face.
It was finally over.
A/N: Hey guys, for more background of the story, you should read "Dancing Winds" by DSaph, so you can get more of an understanding of the situation. Also, the first few chapters will be background as well before the actual story starts!