I was glad it was Sunday when I woke up. I felt so tired. Too tired for school, though I wasn't sure why.

Kankuro came in then, (seriously, why was my room so interesting to him lately?), pulling open the curtains with no regard for my eyes.

'Jeez, Kankuro,' I sighed 'The sun's burning my eyes!'

My brother grinned in that smug way he always does, waving his hand in the air as if I'd said something completely ridiculous. 'Temari, we live in Suna. Get used to the sun, seriously'

I groaned and threw a pillow at him, but he just carried on grinning. It was quite creepy, even for Kankuro.

'I'm going out' he announced, throwing the pillow back at me. I just nodded, after years of the truly worrying stuff that often comes from my brother, I pretty much just leave him to it. In turn, he does the same for me. Yes, I love my brothers, and I'm pretty sure they love me too, but we're not the kind of family that digs into each others' private matters.

My eyes seemed to have finally adjusted to the light and I sat up to face my brother.

'Where's Gaara?'

Kankuro shrugged, 'Well, I don't know where he went, but I'm pretty sure he went out with that Sasori guy. You know, the twin guy? Weird'.

'Oh, okay' I nodded. Gaara was fine, he could handle himself. I held in a laugh at the fact Kankuro had the cheek to call someone else weird. Oh the irony.

'Well, se ya sis' Kankuro smiled as he walked out of the room.

I shook my head as I crawled out of my bed. Seriously, what was up with my family? They were acting even weirder than usual. I mean, Gaara chatting and Kankuro not being the weird one for once in his life? Not that it was a bad thing, but why were they all so peppy?

After practically crawling to the bathroom, (it appeared I was more tired than I first thought), I pulled on a teal dress. It was one of my favourites, a dress that looked smart but not too showy. In fact, as I grabbed a pair of black ballet pumps, I felt quite glamorous.

Of course, it was at this point I realised I had nothing to do. All my homework was done, and Kankuro and Gaara had gone. I could call Ino or Hinata, but I didn't really feel like it.

So I grabbed a bottle of nail varnish, sat on my window seat and began to paint my nails a glossy scarlet. I'd been trying to stop biting them, and so far they looked pretty good. As I waited for them to dry, I glanced out of the window. It was sunny again (of course) but not as humid. A nice day for doing nothing.

Abruptly, there was a knock at the door. I quickly placed the nail varnish on my bedside table, and raced downstairs. It was probably Gaara or Kankuro. I smiled, opening the door to reveal…

…Hidan.

He smirked, his magenta eyes glinting devilishly. He was wearing a stripy purple and black hoodie. I resisted the urge to just slam the door in his face and instead mused on the fact that in a hoodie he must have been boiling. But he wasn't even breaking a sweat. And then I realised; he wasn't sweating because he wasn't wearing a shirt. Just a hoodie, zipped down to his navel.

I should not have looked, I know it was wrong. But really, the guy had to work out because his pale chest really was very…nice. So to avoid the blush I could feel rising up my cheeks, I looked at the pendant he was once again wearing. I could see it in detail now; a circle with a triangle in it. Quite simple really, but it suited him well.

'So, how about it, princess?' Hidan grinned.

'How about what?' I replied. Princess? That was worse than baby.

He smirked, dangling a set of keys in front of my face. 'How about a ride? You're all friggin' dressed up, nothing to do in this hellhole. And I know for a fact you don't have anything else to do'.

Well, he had a point. But no, just no.

'I was taught not to get into cars with strangers' I sighed.

Hidan laughed. Laughed. 'We're not strangers, baby. And I mean, shit, you look hot. Your nails match my car. C'mon'.

I shook my head. Why I was refusing to get into a car with an admittedly gorgeous guy shocked even me, but I couldn't. I hardly knew the guy. So he just sighed, pouted like a toddler, (a very cute toddler with a lip ring, how had I missed that?) and nodded.

'Fine, Temari-chan,' he smirked. Good old ever-smirking Hidan. 'But you gotta come to our fucking house party. Seriously, it'll be great. And I know Pain wants your brothers there too, so no friggin' excuses. See you at nine'.

I nodded, feeling every metaphorical wall I had built around myself crumble into dust. 'Fine. I guess I'll see you later'.

I went to shut the door, but Hidan wasn't quite finished.

'In case you get fucking lost, we're those lovely young men across the street'.

With that, he walked away.

'Well,' I muttered to myself, 'Looks like I'm going to a party'.

If I'd known the party was going to be like this, I might not have come. Sure, the other new guys were nice enough, seven-foot tall Kisame made a great bouncer and Deidara (who looked just like Ino) was pretty cool, if a little…excitable. And Gaara and Kankuro seemed to be having a great time. At that point I felt like a mom whose children had left home.

But I couldn't help but feel out of place. I mean, I liked my dress, (black with purple flowers) and for once my hair looked okay. In any other situation, I might have looked acceptable. But not here.

For a start, I couldn't even see Hidan (who invited me. I mean, I know that doesn't mean he wants to be best buds, but still…), and when I did find him, he was sitting on the stairs surrounded by at least a dozen pretty girls, all fawning over him.

I couldn't understand why that got to me so bad, but I put down my punch, (rather than pouring it on Hidan's head), and went to sit outside. Kisame was there, smoking a cigarette as he sat on the porch.

'Party's only just started,' he grinned, revealing a row of pointed teeth, 'Not for you, eh?'

I shook my head. 'It was great to meet you guys, but I felt…kinda out of place'.

Kisame chuckled. 'Believe me, if you want to feel out of place, we're your guys. I mean, I have blue skin, Dei looks like a girl, Pain's like a human pincushion, Sasori never laughs, and Hidan…well he can't go two sentences without cursing his head off'.

'Or leading on twelve girls at once' I whispered, not realising Kisame could hear me. He patted my shoulder with one of his huge hands.

'That's who Hidan thinks he is. When you get to know him, you can see through him straight away. I know for a fact he'll be pissed if you're not at the party'.

I sighed, (I'd being doing that a lot recently), standing up.

'Well, thanks Kisame-san, but Hidan-san's just gonna have to be pissed'.

And then I was walking away.

I couldn't sleep. I spent hours worrying about Gaara and Kankuro, and it was way past midnight when my brothers rolled in. I was shocked they weren't drunk, but at the same time glad that the guys had been responsible enough not to advocate underage drinking. But still I couldn't sleep.

And so I did what I do most every night. I sat on my window seat and watched the stars. I looked across the street, expecting to see drunken teens passed out in the front yard. But no, there were none. And then the front door swung open, and out walked one figure. Hidan.

He stood on the grass, staring up at me as I stared down at him. He gestured for me to open the window, and though I'm not sure why, I did.

For a moment, neither of us said a word. And then Hidan broken the silence.

'You think you look out of place? Cos I think you look fucking beautiful'.

At the exact moment I closed my window, Hidan turned to walk away, and only one thought filled my mind.

Hidan was drunk. Very drunk.